There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven… a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance. Ecclesiastes 3:1, 4
Just a few months after separating from my husband, I was hired by a prominent government official to be his receptionist and personal assistant. In that role, I was responsible for greeting those who came to meet with him, people from all walks of life. Still reeling from the effects of the abuse and dealing with my husband’s ongoing harassment, in my mind’s eye every man who walked in the door was automatically presumed to be an enemy – a self-serving, conniving jerk. As far as greeting those who came to meet with my boss, I knew how to be cordial while remaining thoroughly entrenched in my cynical mindset toward the opposite sex.