If I were able to look past my hurt, I would see how very gracious God is being to me just now.

I mean, here I have my writing student at work with me each of my last days. She is extraordinarily talented and quite intelligent. So watching her work in such a capable fashion brings solace to me. Having her companionship on the drive in and home has stayed the ever present tears. Laughing with her and talking about the novels we are each writing is a blessed distraction.

It could have been different. At least I get to have some closure in that which I have been doing. At least I am not alone in a rather unfriendly work place. At least I can see this one good in all the rest of this mess.