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Stepping out to step in.

As I received the beautiful bouquet of flowers and “thank you”, I realised that it’s that time again. Time of transition; time of change. Time of letting go so that I can grab a hold of what lies ahead. 

 As I sit here thinking about what the past 9 months have been and what the years ahead might be, I realize that transition is so much more than a simple changing into something new. It’s an invitation to reflect with thankfulness on what is being stepped out of, and look ahead with expectation to what is being stepped into.

And I am deeply thankful.

Thankful that I got to know Kirkens SOS (crisis hotline) and be a part of the amazing work we (for another little while) do as we are always available for those who are facing the darkest times of their lives.

Thankful that I got to learn that nobody wants to die, it’s just that for some life gets too hard to keep living.

Thankful that I got to work with some amazing colleagues and volunteers who are literally saving lives every day!

Thankful that as I closed the door to full-time ministry, a door opened to continue bringing hope to broken people.

Thankful for all that I have learned, seen, experienced, and been allowed to be a part of building.

Thankful that I leave this job different- in a good way, bringing with me more wisdom and knowledge and revelation of God’s heart then I had when I started.

I still have a week and a bit left and I intend to finish well... and yet I know that part of finishing well is also winding down and tying up loose ends. And so as I step into this end leg of this race, that is want I aspire to do. And who knows, maybe there will be some way to have capacity to continue connected and bring light to those who are walking in deep darkness. I guess I’ll find out as I step out and step into the next that lies ahead.

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