“But who’s going to give us chocolate?” The sweet little 6th grade girl asked me after being told I resigned my job as the Administrative Assistant at WCA.
“The next person will give you chocolate,” I reassured her.
“I don’t think so,” she says.
“When is your last day here?” she asks me.
“Friday, November 17th,” I tell her.
“Everyone is going to miss you so much. All the girls in our class buried their faces in their hands when our teacher told us.”
I love these kids so much. They have been the light of my life these past three and a half years that I have worked at WCA.
I didn’t know what to say. So I just assured her that I would miss everyone so much too.
“I wonder if the next person will be nice?”
“I’m sure she will be,” I told her.
“I don’t think so,” was her quick reply.
I handed her a few chocolates and I walked over to where she was and gave her a big hug.
“This isn’t easy for me,” I told her, “But Miss Julie needs to be concerned about things like health insurance.”
“I know,” she said, “my teacher told us.”
It’s never an easy thing to move forward from people we love and places that we have enjoyed being and working. But sometimes we have to, so we do.
I remember when God led me to move to Melbourne after my divorce. Even though people here were glad to have me, the family I left behind missed me something terrible.
And I missed them. I still miss them. But just because I miss them, doesn’t mean that I wasn’t supposed to move away from them.
I’m as sure as my name is Julie that God led me to move to Melbourne.
And now He is leading me away from people I love again. Only this time it’s just a job change, not a move to another state change.
I’ve secured a job with the county and I look forward to the newness and adventure before me. I love meeting new people and I love learning new things. I’m looking forward to getting to know my new work family, to loving them, praying for them, and sharing my chocolate jar with them.
“These kids are going to miss you,” my new boss states after a couple of 1st grade girls come to get bandaged up and a handful of chocolate.
“And I’ll miss them,” I tell him.
But as I go, I’m thankful to know that I will be missed. Not every one has the privilege of being missed when they go.
“Dear Lord,” I prayed as I drove home from work this afternoon, “Please send someone nice to take my place. Someone that will be nice to the children and willing to hand out chocolate. Amen.”
I’m going to miss working around this WCA place. I’m so thankful I was given the opportunity to love these folks and do what I could do in support of them. ❤️