Life is hard

And by life, I mean work. Work is hard. Not necessarily the work that I'm doing, but rather the people that I'm working for and with.

Never in my employment life have I had as much tension in my work than I do right now. It has been a fantastic opportunity to practice grace. But it has also been tremendously trying. I don't much care for having people breathing down my neck. I like my personal space. Please do not breathe down my back.

This "trial" will not last forever. But while I forge through it, I am conscious of the opportunity that I have to least a lasting impression upon the people I work with. The impression of grace under pressure, and of love. I am confident that my God will give me the strength to see this through. And I rejoice in the fact that I WILL continue to see the goodness of the Lord.

WooHoo!*

*Is it weird to give a "woohoo" at the end of a confession like this?