One and a Half Days

Holy cow, the last two weeks have gone fast! I have a day and a half left here at the job that murders my soul. Part of me is excited, part of me is scared to death and part of me knows that it'll be just fine, the Lord will put me in the right place at the right time to meet and talk to the women that he wants me to encourage and pamper. That last one is already starting to happen. I seem to all of a sudden have a plethora of lost sheep bumping into my life. Perhaps He's trying to tell me something? Now if only he'd give me the words!