Today, a coworker said:

Either “Alice”, “Bob” or “Candice” will have to do that.

We’re the 4 seniors. I wasn’t mentioned.

At first I took it negatively:

Maybe that person doesn’t think much of my ability.

But then I thought:

What if God gave them discernment?

What if God has me right where He wants me

doing what He wants me to do?

I’m glad my name wasn’t mentioned.