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Life Is Like A Box Of Chocolates

...You never know what you are going to get.

What a Summer. I felt every emotion this Summer. I am still a bit raw, but a happy kind of raw. "Raw" is my new word. Not sure why. Maybe because I have felt it so much lately. I need to get a new word, I know.

I know many of you have wondered what has been going on with me, but I have not felt it was the right time to share until now. Silence and patience really are a beautiful thing. I am still working on both...a lifelong process, I tell ya!

In mid-June I left my job with no plan. No plan. I am Type A....I had no plan. Hello! I did not even go into work that day thinking it was the day I would leave. God will smack his children across the head to get His point across if you ignore Him for too long. That is what happened on that hot, sticky, overcast day in June. I am so glad God loves me like he does...but it hurt!


I wish I had some big, grand story to tell you about what happened but I still don't know what happened. it sounds crazy, I know. I stood up for what was right and somehow got blamed for something that had to do with it...still not sure what it was, and deep down in my true being, I don't care. There were some days this Summer I wish I had known so I could take the lower road and defend myself, but really that is just what they wanted me to do and I am a high road kind of gal!


I refuse to walk down that path of wonder anymore though. I wasted many weeks walking it and never got to the end. Needless to say, I had the foresight to see what was happening and I resigned. My resignation was received with great anger and I was asked to leave on the spot. I have not heard from anyone in my office since the morning all this happened. I learned a lot about putting value, trust and faith in people just because you are around them all the time. They clearly were not my friends. I was sad for about a day about that....then I got over it! Yet, I have learned to guard my heart from now on and not share my life with people just because it is convenient. A big lesson for a transparent, honest, friendly gal like myself!

God will smack you on the head and then he will rejoice over you with singing...I love that about Him. These past few weeks I have been dancing in my soul. I am out of the "funk" and ready to walk this new road...where ever it leads. I have been gifted with some great new friendships that are based on ME and not my job and the free tickets, perks, etc. I had access to. They want to be Abby Jo's friend because she is Abby Jo. I love it! I feel like me again and I am so thankful for what God has done. I pity the old me. I pity that job. I pity the things I neglected because of it. I have learned so much...so, so much. It was ugly for a bit, but beauty comes from ashes. I am so glad He loves me enough to take me down this windy road.


So, now you have it in a nutshell. And like Forrest Gump says..."That is all I have to say about that!"






We sang this at BSF this morning and I think I smiled the whole way through it. One of my favorite hymns!


Abby

Comments

kathy said…
way to go girl!! i am most proud of you!
Amanda M. said…
God bless, Abby! I went through a somewhat similar situation - and I learned so much from it. Not in a job, but actually after I'd left. Long story, but strangely similar. But I learned from it - with God's help. :)
You sound SO happy and wonderful and that's absolutely awesome!!!
Anonymous said…
similar thing happened to me and you will be an even better person for that experience. So what are you doing now?
Kelley said…
Doing the right thing is always best, but not always easy. I am proud of you for standing your ground!

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