It was orientation day - my first official day of work at the Library as a federal employee. While the Library had a two-hour delay, we new employees started off orientation at 9 am. At 11:30 am, one of the staff from my department came to find me. She said that my supervisor's boss wanted to see me. As it turns out, she wanted to share some very grave news - my supervisor had passed away. I don't know what happened. I cried for quite a while in her office while she kindly sat by me, held my hand, offered her box of tissues, and calmly explained the situation. In about 20 minutes, I returned back to orientation, where I spent the rest of the day in meetings and a tour of the building.
My boss and I had been working closely together on a lot of complex and large-scale projects for the past year or so while I was a contractor. I was in utter shock when I heard the news. I'm not sure what will happen over the next few weeks, but I do know that I'll be working to help the department to somehow take up the huge responsibilities that my boss had managed. I don't have the authority to fill his shoes or to complete all of these projects, but I will try to accomplish what is within my scope of authority and to support the organization in any way that I can. Is this why I was called to this place?
I don't know how I would bear up without hope. I pray that my boss had that blessed confidence as well, and I only wish that I could have talked about it with him before.
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. Do you believe this?”