It's 12:39 p.m.
One day after my receiving mt offer letter for my new job, and nearly crying.
Here is my notice to BWH:
Bittersweet but appreciated.
As much as this may occur as a surprise; It marks a time in my life that I have been waiting for.
I would like to inform you that I will be leaving at the end of this month, to begin a new position in my field, on my career path. I was offered the position two weeks ago and I would like to share with you today that my two-week countdown starts. My last day will be on July 30, 2007.
My experience working at Brigham and Women's Hospital has been without a doubt, one of the most exciting, growth fostering and rewarding job paths I have ever had. I will certainly miss it.
Sincerely,
Sasha Link
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Praying together
Today I pray for peace, for every lasting peace. For togetherness, hope to prevail...His love to spread and people to wake up and see what I see, that He is real and beyond great in all His ways. I decided to take a moment, a brief moment within the day to share a little intimacy with my dear Father:
Lord I am thankful...beyond any expression, further than any greeting card can reach, the best floral arrangement could not demonstrate, the hugest hug; nor can the widest smile.
I have an extensive list of specific reasons my heart leaps at the sound of your name; that I feel peace when being ministered unto, as well as sharing what you've filled me with day to day.
My voice could not shout loud enough, my hands could not clap fast enough--but thankfully, God judges the heart where blood runs thankful enough.
Lord I am thankful...beyond any expression, further than any greeting card can reach, the best floral arrangement could not demonstrate, the hugest hug; nor can the widest smile.
I have an extensive list of specific reasons my heart leaps at the sound of your name; that I feel peace when being ministered unto, as well as sharing what you've filled me with day to day.
My voice could not shout loud enough, my hands could not clap fast enough--but thankfully, God judges the heart where blood runs thankful enough.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Today is a new day
Like the fresh smell of wild flowers laying adjacent, potent and free...I start a new day appreciative as can be.
Like the sweet after taste of my Nana's homemade candied yams..I open my mouth in thanksgiving as can be.
Like good ole' behind the ear-aching laughter until we're red in the face, who were once crying, displaced.
Like the bold breeze behind the wall of an ocean, today is a new day and I am thankful as can be.
Like the craving for a form of chocolate directly after an Italian meal, my tastebuds are as appreciative as can be.
Like watching children play...
And graciously playing with them, I am appreciative.
Like a new revolution sent to your doorstep, with your name on it, specifically for you, I acknowledge that I am grateful...
to be continued....
Like the sweet after taste of my Nana's homemade candied yams..I open my mouth in thanksgiving as can be.
Like good ole' behind the ear-aching laughter until we're red in the face, who were once crying, displaced.
Like the bold breeze behind the wall of an ocean, today is a new day and I am thankful as can be.
Like the craving for a form of chocolate directly after an Italian meal, my tastebuds are as appreciative as can be.
Like watching children play...
And graciously playing with them, I am appreciative.
Like a new revolution sent to your doorstep, with your name on it, specifically for you, I acknowledge that I am grateful...
to be continued....
Through His word I've been revived
It's been fifteen days exactly. No blogging, just thinking...praying and praising. So much has occured, too much I've felt at times to capture.
It's interesting how an intimate conversation with a connected soul, can bring forth God's peace.
Through His word I've been revived...
It was last last night that I realized the power of good ole fashion conversation, without limits, sharing from the soul.
I can honestly say that each time we engage, I am through the word that lives in you, revived, charged and inspired to walk this walk in truth!
Through His word I've been revived.
It's interesting how an intimate conversation with a connected soul, can bring forth God's peace.
Through His word I've been revived...
It was last last night that I realized the power of good ole fashion conversation, without limits, sharing from the soul.
I can honestly say that each time we engage, I am through the word that lives in you, revived, charged and inspired to walk this walk in truth!
Through His word I've been revived.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Simultaneously Unfolding
In his light there is light...
His way is peace, grace, favor.
His way is a smooth ride, sometimes on a bumpy road.
But he has knows the turns, each shortcut, and every major intersections, passageways and exit.
With his lead, there is refuge.
I recall my state of mind last Thursday evening after hanging out with my father, and today-four days later after what i'd like to consdier praying my way through, his light is shining down upon me.
I see what Pastor Clark means, now that I have experienced it in my realm, what it means to seek God on a higher, more intimate level. I see what it means to yield and let go, to let God handle the situiation, the outcome, the results, is still beyond my imagination. But I now know what it means.
Would I have ever imagined myself feeling this elated? The answer is I'm not sure. I know that on last Thursday night the pressure was so heavy in my chest that I thought, for a split second that my heart was going to fail...to stop beating. Aching, I began to cry out to God
To be continued....
His way is peace, grace, favor.
His way is a smooth ride, sometimes on a bumpy road.
But he has knows the turns, each shortcut, and every major intersections, passageways and exit.
With his lead, there is refuge.
I recall my state of mind last Thursday evening after hanging out with my father, and today-four days later after what i'd like to consdier praying my way through, his light is shining down upon me.
I see what Pastor Clark means, now that I have experienced it in my realm, what it means to seek God on a higher, more intimate level. I see what it means to yield and let go, to let God handle the situiation, the outcome, the results, is still beyond my imagination. But I now know what it means.
Would I have ever imagined myself feeling this elated? The answer is I'm not sure. I know that on last Thursday night the pressure was so heavy in my chest that I thought, for a split second that my heart was going to fail...to stop beating. Aching, I began to cry out to God
To be continued....
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