I was ready to get back to work. It wouldn’t be complicated. I just needed to re-register with the educational board and sign up with an agency service. I could be a supply teacher until I found a permanent job. In my haste to leave the country I had forgotten to take my degree certificate and other important paperwork. However I knew exactly where they were. I called my mum and explained in detail which bag all my important documents were in. I directed her to look for a wicker bag with the flag on the side and asked her to post it to me as soon as she could.
Mum found the bag but my documents were not inside it. I found this hard to believe since my documents had lived in that bag for a few years. When she described the bag that she had searched in, I knew that she hadn’t made a mistake. There was no need for me to remove the documents and put them elsewhere and I hadn’t used them recently. Mum had definitely found the correct bag, someone else had removed my documentation from it.
There was only one logical explanation; Mr Impatient had removed them. I felt deflated. I wasn’t with him but he was still holding me back. I had achieved my qualifications long before we met, so it wasn’t as if he had spent money putting me through university. To rid me of my professional identity was very personal. I had no idea of when he had even done this. I knew the ‘why’, it was done to spite me. This was a low blow even for him. I cried in anger. He really saw no value in who I was and I wouldn’t bother trying to change his perception, but God is King and that makes me a royal Princess! That day I decided to make a very conscious decision; no more tears and no more anger over Mr Impatient. It was clear that he was capable of anything and I should cease being surprised by his vile character. He had damaged me but I refused to remain in an emotional state of fragmentation. I was a victim but I was going to be a conqueror. Emotional hell was not going to keep me down. God still reigned supreme in my life and always will.
What’s the price of a pet canary? Some loose change right? And God cares what happens to it even more than you do. He pays even greater attention to you, down to the last detail – even numbering the hairs on your head! So don’t be intimidated by all this bully talk. You’re worth more than a million canaries. Matthew 10: 29-31 The Message Bible.