If it ended today

I was given an audience today by my boss, around eight thirty in her office. She actually didn't schedule anything as much as she walked over and asked me if now was a good time to meet regarding the email I sent her yesterday. We sat down and I began as my butt hit the black, canvas chair, "I was hired on for a special project that was to last four to six weeks." "Right." "I've been here nearly three months. What is the status of this?"

She proceeded to tell me that things didn't take off as they thought they would, and the special project hadn't grown at all but flopped around like the only fish left in what was once a creek. Then she killed the fish. "I couldn't see us keeping you past the middle of July." When was this decision made? Was there some plan to have a ninja drop a pink slip on my desk to disappear just as quickly? Leaving me to my leaving?

So, it looks as though I'll be canned in the next two weeks. My job search has become frantic, arms and phone flailing, trying to find a lake, river or pond to supplant myself. There's a quote in Ruhi Book One about the "privacy of his chamber" that our Study Circle had been discussing this past Monday. The chamber is obviously something physical, but could it also be something within us? A place we can go to connect with God? The kind of connection found only when we open ourselves up and allow the chamber to be occupied by God and ourselves. To be comforted, genuine and One.

I have some work ahead of me.