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A sweet woman who prays for us as a family sent us a card with a wee little poem in it -- I thought you all might find it as helpful as I did:
We are here to be perfected,
Only God our needs can see;
Rarest gems bear hardest grinding,
God's own workmanship are we.
Simple, but deep -- especially when one begins to think about that grinding process! It certainly does hurt to be ground down, but it helps me to be reminded that something beautiful will come out of it eventually.
I read this poem to my hubby, and his comment was: "Enough with the grinding, I'm ready for the setting!" :-D
Part of Hubby's grinding process has been to spend more than a year doing so many different things in the office that are necessary and yet not really being able to say what he does when asked. It has made him feel unimportant, though he tries to joke about it. It has been very humbling to go from being the director of a correspondence school overseas, to not having a name for his job or to be able to say what he does in 5 words or less. He shared that recently in public, and our new US Director took it to heart. He is now in the process of creating a new position that will have a name, and Dear Hubby will be given that position. It won't change what he does that much, but it will give him more authority and more standing -- and when it's time to move on, the position is ready for the next person. I could tell he was pleased when he told me about it, though he was lamenting that fact that now he will have to reports!
Still, there is one regret -- I will miss those interchangeable nameplates on his office door, that he used to put up depending on who he was that day; the ones that said Major Domo, Jack of All Trades, Minister Without Portfolio, Mail Rooom Substitute who used to be Maintenance... :-D That's my hubby!
BTW, this icon is not a bad likeness of that hubby of mine. Seriously! ;-)
We are here to be perfected,
Only God our needs can see;
Rarest gems bear hardest grinding,
God's own workmanship are we.
Simple, but deep -- especially when one begins to think about that grinding process! It certainly does hurt to be ground down, but it helps me to be reminded that something beautiful will come out of it eventually.
I read this poem to my hubby, and his comment was: "Enough with the grinding, I'm ready for the setting!" :-D
Part of Hubby's grinding process has been to spend more than a year doing so many different things in the office that are necessary and yet not really being able to say what he does when asked. It has made him feel unimportant, though he tries to joke about it. It has been very humbling to go from being the director of a correspondence school overseas, to not having a name for his job or to be able to say what he does in 5 words or less. He shared that recently in public, and our new US Director took it to heart. He is now in the process of creating a new position that will have a name, and Dear Hubby will be given that position. It won't change what he does that much, but it will give him more authority and more standing -- and when it's time to move on, the position is ready for the next person. I could tell he was pleased when he told me about it, though he was lamenting that fact that now he will have to reports!
Still, there is one regret -- I will miss those interchangeable nameplates on his office door, that he used to put up depending on who he was that day; the ones that said Major Domo, Jack of All Trades, Minister Without Portfolio, Mail Rooom Substitute who used to be Maintenance... :-D That's my hubby!
BTW, this icon is not a bad likeness of that hubby of mine. Seriously! ;-)
