The Saturday Journal: I hope you know how special you are--
She came into the office–asking lots of questions about employment–jobs available. She told me she was ready to make a change–because of corporate changes. We talked further and her bottom lip started to quiver and tears came.
This lady–she’s given twenty years of her life to this “employer”--this industry. And she’s struggling now–for a change.
Ma’am, I hope you know how special you are. That someone–somewhere sees and appreciates your efforts–your hard work. I hope you know you’ll find another job. And it will be more than a job–it will be a calling and you’ll thrive in this new beginning. I hope you know–I hope you believe.
There are these three sisters–kinfolk of mine. Their Daddy was my Grandmother’s brother. And we share stories–memories of their laughter–their love and dedication to each other. We share this woven thread of family and even though we don’t see each other as often as I would like–I know they are there–always for me and my family. And I hope each of you know how special you are--
And there’s another lady–a friend, and this week she announced she graduated college–after six years–graduating with a Bachelor's Degree in Business Administration and Law. Not boastful, but in humility. And when an adult earns their college degree–there is always more to the story. I know, I’ve been there. It is not easy.
Her story includes working full time while pursuing higher education–a mother to three school-age children–a wife, and during those six years of classes--for a time, she was also a caretaker and part time nurse while her husband was healing from traumatic injuries--from an automobile accident.
I hope you know how special you are–how you are an inspiration to many–
It’s been a hard couple of weeks–a few sleepless nights–worrying over the unknown–and I don’t know about you, but when unsettling times come, things happen. Like losing your wallet.
I went into semi-panic mode frantically looking for my wallet--searching every inch of my car, calling the restaurant where I last had it– and still, no wallet. A co-worker overheard my conversation with the bank and I told her I couldn’t find my wallet. She asked what restaurant, and before I could finish my sentence, she yelled, “I’m on it!” And she rushed out the door–drove to the restaurant–questioned people in the parking lot–asked construction workers in the area, and then she found my wallet. Someone had turned it into the business located next door to the restaurant. She walked back into the office–holding my wallet high--safely secured in her hand.
I was speechless. Not that she found my wallet. But, because she did, what she did. I tried to express my gratitude. It didn’t seem enough. And she said, 'That’s what friends do for each other.'
Friend, I hope you know how special you are–
And to the kind and generous soul who found my wallet and turned it over to the business for safekeeping--thank you. I hope you know how special you are--
And to the lady at the supermarket–the one who offered to take my shopping cart back inside the store so I wouldn’t have to walk in the rain–I hope you know how special you are–
Dear Friends,
I created this graphic for you--for you to print (PDF) and hang it where you'll see it often and be reminded--I hope you know how special you are--
And please share with a friend---someone who needs to hear they are special--they are seen.
I hope you know how special you are--
We spend our years as a tale that is told.
Psalm 90:9
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