I’ve promised myself to be honest and truthful in these blogs. So, it’s a bit unnerving to confess that the only topics I seem compelled to write about today are very embarrassing.
The first — I cried at a networking luncheon meeting yesterday. The worst part is that I was the only woman present. Yup. Cried. Although I’ll explain the situation in a moment.
Second — there’s a bat in my bedroom. This one is too odd and embarrassing. I simply don’t want to write about it. Because our master bedroom sits high up in our home this situation feels too much like “bats in the belfry.” And it really is a lovely home and well-maintained I might add. Fortunately the bat is trapped behind glass in the gas fireplace. It’s been there for weeks, despite all the tapping and praying I’ve done.
My sister, the forester and wildlife expert, tells me he’s hibernating there and we shouldn’t disturb him. When he flies out (however on earth he got in) he’ll die because he doesn’t have any mosquitos to eat. Apparently he’ll eat at least 2,000 of those suckers every night. Now he’s endearing himself to me because I am the official family mosquito magnet.
But this isn’t really what I want to write about.
Why did I cry at an all-male luncheon yesterday? Well, it was an informal meeting of Workforce Ministries. I’d been on their email list and decided to meet some new people and perhaps get some job-hunting tips.
Usually several women show up, but yesterday I was it. The fellows I met, all professionals — engineers, IT directors, sales and marketing executives — were just great. Their stories of how they honor their faith in the workplace were inspiring. One senior executive realized that his CEO was under extraordinary stress and found a way to encourage him. Another man works on a contract in northern Virginia and commutes home to Florida each week to be with his family. He’s active in two churches and has been instrumental in a Florida program that helps former felons train for and stay in new jobs.
Their open sharing and humility got the tear factory primed. Here I was, a total stranger, but a member of the body of Christ, and they met me warmly. Then in closing prayer, the multiple prayers for me and my family, the prayers for me to find employment came, and the floodgates opened. I tried to dab my eyes with the napkin, but I’m sure the tell-tale make-up streaks remained. It was a touching experience and I thought of 1John 1:7 “But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another…”
Thank you, gentlemen, for making me cry yesterday.
Blessings and kind regards to you all.