In the morning, I'll be making my weekly trek up to Sacramento to work at The GreenHouse. As usual, it will be a really long day, jam-packed with meetings and zooming from one thing to the next. By tomorrow night I'll be wiped out, driving back to Oakland with an empty stomach from having skipped a meal or two, yet with a very full heart from time spent with my loved ones.
While it seems like all of my days up there lately are "big days," tomorrow seems like it will be a particularly big, big day.
See, tomorrow night is our monthly board meeting. And at that meeting, our Executive Director Search Committee is going to make a recommendation to move forward on a candidate for my position (a candidate that we all really love).
Of course, we still have to vote tomorrow night. And then make an offer. And then that person needs to decide whether or not to accept. So, I may be jumping the gun.
But I sense that my time as Executive Director of the GreenHouse is nearly up.
And while I am doing so.much.better with all of this than I was one year ago, six months ago, two months ago, I can still feel them. The tears. They are right there. I can feel them welling up even as I type this.
They were there earlier today, too, while typing an email to someone on our staff about something totally unrelated. They sneak up on me at unexpected times.
So while I am filled with the peace and grace of Jesus throughout this process, I am also aware that the grieving has only just begun.
I would appreciate your prayers tomorrow and in the coming weeks and months.
XOXO