Crossing the Jordan

I ask Lord Could this be it?
A job that feels holy, set apart, in Apple Park the land that I've been circling an biking around.  Casting my net.
And how this one came to me. A phone interview with the woman they call the mama bear. Her name is Lucy and she legit. Lucy had a pillowing skirt and walked in with warmth. Her face like Oak or sun-soaked land.

Our interview spilled into conversation.  Both of us sharing endearing stories. How she adopted all four of her kids. and took out display ads in random cities across the US to jump over laws in California.  I told her about my wedding, how in four months the magic that came together. And meeting Nephty, my love, at Apple

Lord, you said it would come to me.
And this one role rose suddenly.
You keep saying to me Instant harvest.

How do I stay dizzy in the beauty you keep hushing to me?  No more hope deferred but you God. I see these glimpses.

Our Story at Apple Park

I got to bike to Nephty his first day at Apple Park.  In section 5 he's tucked away on the side that is hidden.  That just got finished. The land is bare.

Here I was biking up to him, rounding the corner I emerged on the silver bike. There he was.

God, you are moving. Ever since our Fast. Ever since that day I spent without food. With prayers that fueled on empty. That day I rode my bike around the entire wide park. Passed SEction 5 and 4, and feeling your prayers carpeting.  

So Nephty Made it in. And the awe and honor that he felt.  His new office space. His new repair room.  Everything so futuristic and clean.  The light pouring into the repair room.  New Space.

God, you are the one that brought this job here, this opening.  God, you will be the one to complete this.  To release this. Instant harvest.