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The Office

Denise R Dahlheimer

l awoke from a dream adventure of starting a new leg of my career. I was surprised it was happening as I had long since retired. It was only at the urging of the Holy Spirit that I accepted the challenge because He said they needed me.


I saw myself walk into the sunny, tropical plant filled atrium and stand to the side as the supervisor was giving his Monday morning speech to the employees.


He spotted me. There was instant fury from him which caused his speech to now ban any and all Christian influences in the workplace. Including that the standing Christmas tree would now be referred to only as “the tree.”


I found his reaction odd as I did not recall who he was but felt his familiarity and I knew to remain silent.


When his weekly rally call was over, I walked over to meet with my new team just as this supervisor sought me out. He began challenging my expertise and even followed me into the all-windowed bathroom where I thought I could elude him. Throughout it all I said nothing while I contemplated why these windows were a tint of green.


He then followed me back to my table for four where two workers were now sitting still “laying down his law” and demanding my compliance. In his vehemence, he broke all office etiquette rules and even as I knew his face, I did not know him.


When the supervisor finally had his say, or maybe it was his fill of my silence, and left me that I questioned two of the workers as to who he was and what was that all about. They said nothing. It was when itcwas obvious to them that I had no clue to why the trouble, that the one worker pushed a notepad across the table towards me saying “write this all down.”


I began. And as I began I noticed a woman who was sitting and observing all of this. She offered no interaction in what was transpiring. She was there as only a witness.


As the supervisor returned, ready for round two, I raised my right hand and said “Stop. I have documented your behavior and am taking it to HR.” He instantly ceased.


The dream was over. The message was received.



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The new job… the Prayer of Jabez in full swing.

(1 Chronicles 4:10)


The supervisor… a demon oppressed person. And by not responding, I have no conversations with the thing that leads them.

(Revelation 12:7-9)


The bathroom retreat… human instinct to take everything personal. Even when its not.


The glass… internal insight. Being green… my soul grows well in the greenhouse effect God has me in.


The request to “write it all down” … is my assignment. And HR? Who else but the Holy Spirit!


The observing silent woman… one of the cloud of witnesses ensuring I carry out my assignment.

(Hebrews 12:1-2) and I hear as I write “that good old 1-2 punch.”


Raising my right hand… As in Isaiah 41 The Helper of Israel… because God holds my right hand with His right hand, I am always looking upon His face and in His protection and live by and under His authority.


Thank you Jesus, I will continue to prepare.

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