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.