November was a month of loss, waiting, and unexpected grace.
I lost my aunt, my mum’s sister, after she battled breast cancer for over a year. We knew the end was coming, but that didn’t make it any less heartbreaking. I especially felt for her three children and her husband, who had shared a life and love with her. Watching my family gather in those hospital rooms, seeing my mum grow closer to her siblings in a season of pain, I was reminded that grief, as heavy as it is, can also deepen connection. My hope is that the bonds forged in that season continue to hold them together.
At the same time, I faced another kind of grief. My former supervisor had asked me to apply for her old position once she got promoted. I felt hopeful; I believed God was nudging me toward this role after months of being jobless. I applied, waited, followed up, and then waited some more. Friends would ask for updates, and I would become frustrated, telling them, “Don’t ask me, I’ll tell you once I know.”
Then, after weeks of silence, I was told I had been shortlisted. I allowed myself to imagine this opportunity becoming real. And yet… weeks went by with no further news. The role ultimately went to someone else, a Francophone candidate.
I was angry. Confused. I questioned everything: Had I misheard God? Was I wrong to hope?
I buried the disappointment under the heavier grief of my aunt’s passing and tried to focus on funeral preparations.
A day after the funeral, while I was at my parents’ house, I got a call from an unknown number. I answered, and it was HR. Not with an interview, not with a rejection, but with an offer. They wanted me to start as a consultant in December. I said yes, still in shock. It took a minute for my heart to catch up to my mouth.
The next two weeks were a blur of preparation, buying a monitor for my home office, getting my hair and nails done, cleaning my house, and preparing myself mentally for this new season.
I may have been wrong about the how and the when, but God was never wrong. He kept His promise, just not in the form I imagined. I’m back working with people I like, earning more than before, and feeling the kind of provision and affirmation that makes waiting worthwhile.
The contract is temporary, and I still don’t know what comes next. But I’m learning that God’s timing isn’t a tease, it’s protection. Waiting isn’t passive, it’s preparation. And grief and gratitude can coexist, sometimes even in the same month, the same heart, the same day.
This November, I grieved my aunt. I grieved a role I thought I had lost. And yet… look at God. The season wasn’t wasted. The waiting wasn’t pointless. And the story isn’t over.
...THROUGH MY EYES ✨ 