Tear #49

Give me something today, God, that I can use or say that will break the funk of despair in this office.  Good grief!

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Okay, so the big boss is coming, that doesn’t mean that any of us are being cut today.  Of course, it doesn’t mean that we aren’t. *laughs*  LORD, I know a layoff is inevitable so, I don’t want to take it lightly; but obsessing over it isn’t doing any of us any good.

And that dream about the elevator this morning. What was that all about?  Although I am not worried about losing my job, as cocky as that may sound, I am still concerned.  Which is what played out in the dream.  I know You have my back, Father, no matter the outcome.  Maybe I’m more concerned about my coworkers.  Can I have survivors’ remorse before I become a survivor?

And why didn’t the elevator go anywhere? I mean, it did but it was the wrong floor.  So I never found out if I was in the group getting fired or not!  Who were those goons supposed to represent?  Does seeing my reflection hold any value? 

Peace, LORD.  Peace for me and everyone in my office.