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Well Done


Well done.

 We all want to hear that.  Whether it is from a boss, a coach, a teammate, a spouse, a friend, a child, a sibling, or anyone really, it changes us.  We stand a little bit taller, we work harder the next time, we smile bigger, we appreciate the praise. 

 We need praise.  We need to be acknowledged.  We need to know someone sees us.

 The Bible talks about the importance of our words often.  Here are a few...






I even got a "good job!" from my boss this week and it made me smile.  Yeah, even a 43 year old assistant likes to hear that.  Something this assistant loves, too?  Getting cupcakes just because from her boss.  See those above?  I get to dive into those today!  He makes this office a nice place to spend my days.  I don't love being an assistant.  Never have.  But, I have great respect for my boss.  He is the reason I stay with this job.

As one who bakes, I also like to hear that someone thought my treats were yummy.  When I get a non-committal "it was okay", I don't like that.  My mind races as to why they didn't like it, why didn't they love it, what's wrong with my cooking, why do you hate me and then, of course, what's wrong with them! 

This week I got a chance to listen to the radio while at work and a song came on that I'm sure has been on a lot, but since I don't listen to the radio much, I hadn't heard it yet.  The song is "Well Done" by The Afters.

One phrase is all I heard and it stuck with me.  

Well done, well done
My good and faithful one
Welcome to the place where you belong

Beautiful words.  Even more beautiful is the imagery of my Heavenly Father standing in heaven, welcoming me into His embrace, whispering those words into my hair as I tremble, as tears of joy flow from both of our eyes, as the wonder of heaven settles over me.

Well done.

I have a place that I belong.  There are times when "here" - whether it's home, work, my family, my church, my circle of friends - where I wonder if I truly belong.  I love all the people in all of those circles, but there are days that I'm still lonely.  Days I wonder will that longing for more ever be filled.  Days I wish upon the elusive star that there must be more.

Then I hear reminders like this song brought.  There IS a place I belong.  I'm just not there yet.  Eternity beckons in the distance.  

I'm waiting my whole life for that day
I will live my life to hear You say

Well done


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  1. UnknownAugust 3, 2019 at 10:38 PM

    A flippant remark to your deepest thoughts here, but, WOMAN, your cookies were delicious today!

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