I found a new story

When I first heard the news that I didn't get the job It was a small crash, a mini-meltdown as I held down what I could at work. That first day I felt so foolish.  How I felt the highlight, the anointing, like that moment was mine.  What was that gear? I felt the nudges and like a good narrator already began to trace over all those dots that suddenly came together, those suddenliesthat landed at my feet.

Somehow I found this release.  After all that week of praying and declaring and aligning and reading back my promises to God.  I was writing out the verses. Writing out my vision.
Filling my head with Victory thoughts.

But when I got the news I knew you had given me a story.  A story to stand in. A fairytale that was realigning my story. That was giving me a new dare to see my door through.  You are planting me in a place.  

And how the day before I meandered through Apple Park with my coworkers.  That simple satisfaction in what I have and being with my merry coworkers.  All the things we're weaving.

A small clan.

You have the better hand