luxury

By God's gracious and generous provision, I start a new job tomorrow.
I'm excited.
I'm nervous.
I'm grieving.

But I've had the luxury of time in between these transitions.
Many people don't.
And although I'm not ready to say I've put my past experiences completely behind me, I am grateful for the moments to reflect, to grieve, to mourn, to wail, and to wait.

Oh to be certain, the luxury of waiting doesn't feel like luxury.
It's excruciating at moments.
There's a ton of energy exerted in waiting.

And, to be certain, my waiting isn't over.
But some things are being defined.
That definition, too, is a luxury.

In other news, my job requires that I commit to the organization's stance on alcohol.
There are varied opinions about alcohol in Christian circles. I grew up in a home where we drank wine on occasion. It wasn't a big deal. It wasn't ignored.
I enjoy a lively glass of wine with a good meal.
I relish a cold beer on a hot summer day.
Alas, some luxuries are to be sacrificed.
And so, I had a final glass Friday night.
Goodbye for now.