Twenty-Eight

28.

That's the number of days before my husband will be officially unemployed. When he walks out the door for the last time, he'll be saying goodbye to more than 15 years of service with this company.

We are ready.

At least we think we are. We can see the edge. Slowly, deliberately, we inch forward, getting into position. Poised to dive at his command. As we draw nearer to the precipice, I'm overwhelmed. No longer with fear or trepidation. No trace of anger or grief. It is the goodness of the Lord that floods my soul.

We steel ourselves and try desperately not to flinch. I seek to calm the adrenaline, the eagerness and anxiety pumping through my veins. One false move could be disastrous. It is imperative that these final paces are in sync with Him.

I pray and I listen. I watch and I learn. These are the last steps of our old life.

And, one by one, I will share them here.