I am not one to cry in front of people. I am certainly not one to cry in front of my boss. So you can imagine how surprised we both were when the tears came out.
“It’ll be good for you,” he said.
“But …” I started as I sat across his desk. “I don’t understand …”
Insert more tears.
“I don’t think my body can even handle that,” I finally managed to say.
“You’ll be fine,” he reassured me. “You’ll be off weekends and you’ll sharpen your live skills.”
My live reporting did need some work, but that would mean a complete shift in my schedule. I’d never worked the morning shift in television news and nor did I want to. If given the option, I would have continued working weekends while walking into work at 3 p.m.
“What time do I need to be here next week?” I asked teary-eyed.
Pleading My Case
His office was becoming more familiar to me. The stacks of paper requesting time-off and other scattered paperwork became an indelible image in my mind. This time, two of my bosses sat in front of me. This was my third meeting. Determined to change their minds, I pleaded my case again as they sat and listened.
When I finished, I walked out and turned left around the corner, desks in clear view, phones ringing, reporters preparing to head out – and that’s when I felt it.
A nudge. It stopped me in my tracks.
And to this day, I can tell you where I stood and repeat the message. Word. For. Word.
This is what I felt the Holy Spirit say: To read the rest of this post I encourage you to head on over to fellow blogger Katie M. Reid’s beautiful space where I’m sharing my story in her, “Listen Well, Listen Close” series.