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…
Spimly yours,
Tamara
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
I am positive...absolutely positive, that once your co-workers are around you for any period of time, they will become less territorial, more gracious. They won't be able to help themselves, Tamara. It will be the light and the salt from you that will brighten their attitudes.
ReplyDeleteI continue to think of you and hope that you settle comfortably.
Know that a South Georgia hug surrounds you right now. You are and always will be a special friend to me. Keep up your wonderful smile and keep your light shining. I know that you will.
Love you, my friend.
Hugs,
J.
it will only take a short time for your new friends
ReplyDeleteand co-workers to see that you are a treasure.