Hannah said, let your handmaid find grace in your sight. 1 Samuel 1:18 AMP
It is Sunday and I am so dreading this week. I am scheduled to fly from one city to another to visit with company employees. The holidays have just passed and I truly don’t understand how I am going to look my people in the face and let them know they must go. I have grown to care for them. I just don’t understand why I couldn’t tell them earlier, prior to the holidays, so they could have had an opportunity to possibly make different spending decisions. What if they purchased a big ticket item for their loved one and planned to pay it off later? A decision they may not have made if only they knew. LORD, I wish this didn’t have to happen. I know at this point it’s inevitable but I so don’t want to face each and every one of them. I don’t want to witness the shock and dismay plastered over their faces and watch as they squirm trying to contain their emotions and stop the flood of tears. Men and women alike.
Ever had to be the bearer of such bad news? Leadership. That is what it is called in the business world. At least that’s what I had been told. A real humdinger.
On that Monday morning, I dragged myself around going through the motions to prepare for work. As I opened the shades and pierced out the window I noticed everything was covered with snow. Yes, snow! I literally sprinted to my closet, and just a few minutes later with several sets of clothes layered onto my body, a hat and gloves on and boots strapped to my feet, I ran out the front door. I fell backwards (on purpose) and it was as if I were a kid all over again. The result of my madness - a snow angel. I then ran in the house and grabbed my camera and took pictures of my masterpiece. This was a day I would always want to remember. A day of remembrance. Remembering how God gave me my hearts desire in a very, very unexpected way in just the knick of time.
Between 10 pm and midnight on Sunday, January 9th, an area of intense snow developed along and just north of the I-20 corridor, contributing to a narrow band /of six to eight and a half inches total snowfall amounts in Eastern Georgia. These words are taken directly from the National Weather Service report written back in January of 2011.
Yes, the week I was scheduled to travel a major snowstorm hit. Well, it was considered a major snowstorm for the part of Georgia I lived in at the time. The storm shut down the city literally for most of the week. Being a Bostonian, it seemed odd that less than a foot of snow would shut down a city but Georgia was not equipped and I was one happy gal.
Each day that week, management waited to see if my city would open and each day it did not. The kicker was that the layoff message had to be delivered by a particular day outlined in the layoff packages or the process would be considered null and void and that was not an option.
As result of the prolonged shutdown of my city, my business trip was cancelled. Although the delivery of the message was still heart wrenching, I was spared the painful experience of being face to face.
Little did I know, God, in his infinite wisdom, had a plan. A major winter storm, in an area where it was least expected, a narrow band of grace, just for me.
Like Hannah, I was looking for grace in my situation. Like Hannah, God heard my cry and answered my petition. For me, it was not having to deliver a painful message in person. For Hannah, it was a son. Samuel.
Be Strengthened and Encouraged in HIM,