Personal blogging has been on the back burner for a while. Visiting your websites has allowed a glimpse into your lives and there has been a measure of comfort and familiarity with that. Thank you.
This move, apartment living and the job transfer have been unsettling in some manner. Surely it must be the difficulty of change after all these years, wouldn’t one think? Change is neither good nor bad, it is after all, merely change and our ability to deal with it (or not…).
Therein is the problem. It has been a season of mourning, if you will. Sitting on a Pity Pot and straying down depression’s path has taken its toll. Truly, this move and all that surrounded it were covered in prayer and the answers and solutions were so swift in arriving there was no doubt they were divinely ordained! Looking back as I have been, I should be a pillar of salt, not unlike Lot’s nameless wife.
It is time to flush that Pity Pot and get on with it!
My new supervisor is absolutely wonderful! However, as I was “unexpected” and just showed up to work unannounced (due to the hardship transfer) other staff have been… well, less than gracious and somewhat territorial in some aspects and downright rude in others. Difficult as that is, it is recognized and recognizing it means it can be managed to some degree.
What is the function of an Administrative Assistant? Part and parcel of it is to ensure your supervisor is successful and that is the goal set before me. There is a job to do and I will do it to the very best of my ability. My success is not based upon popularity or persons even ‘liking’ me. As professionals we need not to be ‘bosom buddies’ or even friends, we need to establish a cohesive working relationship (period).
Steve Shoemaker has written: “When times get hard and God seems nowhere to be found, the consolations of what we can see and touch, taste and smell are awfully appealing: the feel of gold, the taste of skin, the smell of the soil, the sea. Golden calves often beat out the impalpable God.”
I’ve wanted to return to Egypt when the simple truth is I’ve tasted the Manna and I will be satisfied with nothing less.
I need to remember that life should be lived as Eucharist Theology. Hearts, like the bread, are made to be broken yet loved in all that brokenness.
We should live our lives as spilled wine, allowing ourselves and our lives to overflow, spill out and come into contact with those who desperately are thirsting.
We need a community of faith that will allow us to do that… allow us to serve in some capacity… It isn’t about us – it’s about community. It isn’t about where we live – it’s about community. It isn’t about work – it’s about community. No longer desiring Egypt, I long for Emmaus…
Luke 24New King James Version30 Now it came to pass, as He sat at the table with them, that He took bread, blessed and broke it, and gave it to them. 31 Then their eyes were opened and they knew Him