Limbo

 I thought I heard the doc say 10 days or was it two weeks. Then I get the FMLA paperwork and it says eight weeks.  Sure, I know they had to put the worst case on the document. Tomorrow is my last day in the office until … That is limbo, no idea of the end point. Yes, I have every reason to hope/believe I will be back working by mid October and not mid November.

So why does it matter if my company will fund the time. Like so many people, I guess I find purpose and joy in my work. I work with good people and do interesting stuff. Yes, in the back of my mind this whole thing could go terribly wrong and I might need to start over learning to—fill in the blank. Not likely, but there is another limbo.

What is not limbo is my deep faith that I am grounded in divine grace. No matter what happens when, I will find God’s presence right next to Suzanne’s.