Sitting in cupped hands
Prescient 10-year-old horoscope taped to my work computer, September 2023. "For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor present things, nor future things, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord." —Romans 8:38-39, NAB Nor Present Things This month I said goodbye to an organization where I worked for 13 full and productive years—a departure four years, two kids, one pandemic, and one debut book in the making. I'd been feeling the call for some time to move on, and I re-upped my search earlier this year with the intent to find a role that would nurture and stretch me in new ways. In June, I began interviewing with two different organizations, processes that ended up taking most of the summer. Hitting this stage during a languid season had a curious effect on me. My sense of time felt suspended. Amid the routine of my 9-to-5, homefront, and j
