Saturday, July 27, 2013

Egypt Revisited

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


Sunday, July 7, 2013

The Move

The move is complete and we are all moved in. I begin work at a new facility Monday. This prison facility is far larger than the one I left behind. Where I was, the inmate population was approximately 1,530 inmates. Where I will be working the inmate censes is approximately 5,065. Yes indeed, a 33.1% increase.
This new adventure in our lives has not been without its challenges, disappointments, and frustrations. It is merely another sampling of life in its totality. We have run the gamut of mourning the loss of our home, to wondering “what were we thinking?” to looking at each other and resolving, “we can do this… we’re going to be alright.” Living in an apartment complex is a melding of people into community. Yes, I can do this.
Poring over 17 years of accumulations and determining what we will keep and what can go has been difficult at times and at the very least, thought provoking.  I believe we have saved family members the grief of having to sort through items “in the event of”. Mind you, we still have plenty, just not the mass quantities we previously had.
I’ve commented a number of times that someone from a third world nation could live off my discards and I am not kidding!
Once the movers unloaded all our possessions from the house (1,400 square feet) into the apartment (700 square feet) it was immediately obvious we STILL had too many items.
The other evening I went through our DVD collection with the intent of purging. I did the initial sort with the discard pile and the keep pile. I got up, fixed myself a glass of ice water (it has been extremely hot here in the SW, even for the SW) then set back down and went through the keep pile a second time. I am finding this method of culling the herd works best for me. We have a wonderful used book / DVD / CD music store called Bookman’s close by. We will be taking the excess DVD’s and books there for exchange credit. Recycling at its finest!
I brought twelve purses with me and did not have the storage area for them. Again, I purged, then I purged yet a second time. That left me with four purses. We found female neighbors willing to take them off our hands. Twelve purses – REALLY? What was I thinking? Did I suppose I needed one for each month of the year?
We eliminated all of our Christmas decorations (containers and containers of them). I did keep my tree topper, but even as I look around the apartment I cannot fathom where anything other than a 2-foot tree might go. I’ll consider this further during the holiday season as it really isn’t pertinent now. (Really, I’m thinking a Norfolk pine…)
I have learned something about myself. Something others have subtly pointed out or laughed about before – I become paralyzed with clutter! There was a Captain at work who would occasionally set something in the filing room, then approach me and say, "Is this going to be OK? You’re not going to ‘vapor lock’ or anything, are you?” I would always assure him it was alright, but honestly, when I entered the room, I could feel myself tense up and hurry to finish my task and leave the area!
I must also say that I am not that person who will rent a storage facility to store items I am not using! REALLY? If not using them then sell, donate or give them away!
Joshua Becker has a wonderful blog – becoming minimalist (you can visit by clicking on the link). His eBook was a helpful inspiration in determining what to keep and what to eliminate. It is a weekend read chock full of helpful hints in how to eliminate the clutter of our lives.
My next adventure in culling will be my closet. I say my closet because there is no room for Husband’s clothing items in there! His are in bedroom #2’s closet, taking up all of probably 18 inches of space. With this being said, I already eliminated the three bags of “maybe someday I will fit into this again” clothing. If I ever do lose the weight, I want new clothes. So, from this day forward, I promise to not bring something new into my closet unless I remove something from it. A one for one trade is my goal, my plan.
As much as it hurts to say this, I also want to eliminate shoes. I have perhaps three pair that are my “go to” shoes. Why are the others taking up valuable space? It is my mother, isn’t it? She is the one who gave me such a love of shoes! Generally speaking, my philosophy towards clothing, purses, shoes and accessories was a girl can’t have too many!
My decorating is much simpler.  I will not have as much on the walls. It consists of one picture, one clock, one plaque, and my collection of crosses. All items will be looked at for having a dual purpose – can it be used for storage? Is it multi-functional? Under bed storage is my new reality for blankets and bed linens. We purchased a hassock that doubles as a storage unit for board games, DVD’s and art supplies.
We have a lovely dresser with a mirror that will NOT fit into either bedroom. We hate to break up the set, but we will be posting it on Craig’s List for sale. Right now, the TV is sitting on it and the mirror is in the small storage area where the water heater is located.
We are next going to sort through our many photographs and sort out selections for our children. We will accumulate a box for him and a box for her. Then we will send them out to them, with exception… The exception to this rule is our son. We did rent a storage unit for his possessions and we will put his pictures in there for safe keeping.
Purely, simply, I want to own my possessions and not the other way around. I want them to be functional and useful, not sitting and accumulating dust. I don’t want someone going through my items “in the event of” and wondering, “What was she thinking?
I watched with wonder at the persons who came to “shop” our moving sale. I wondered about how their homes looked. There were a few whom I felt surely must be hoarders. Through the years I’ve seen them at every yard sale I’ve ever attended.
Our advertised sale was to begin at 7 am and people began to arrive before 6 am. We opened early as we didn’t want to not sell an item and have to move it with us! All in all, it was a most successful moving sale.
Even with yard & moving sales, organization is important. Having similar items grouped together as well as a semblance of organization helps persons to find an area of interest and comb over it.
Some items hadn’t even been priced as we opened the doors, so when an inquiry was made, we would say, “What seems fair and reasonable to you?” and we were off on negotiating a fair price.
We visited a church this morning that is relatively close to our home. It is a United Methodist and we selected the contemporary service. We enjoyed the worship and the senior pastor seems to have a sincere passion for his vocation. He challenged the congregation by stating several times that God has given us all a call in our lives, what is that call? Indeed, what is my call?
I do know what I am passionate about and it does seem to be issues that deal with justice and its application within the community.
In doing my devotional the other day, the saint that is being spot lighted is Alice Paul (on July 9th). They had a brief bio on Ms Paul and stated that if she had taken a spiritual gifts test, she probably would have been a “prophet”. They had a link for a spiritual gifts test, so I took it. It turns out that I too, tested out as a prophet! Who knew?
We will see where the Lord leads us to worship next week. We are in no hurry to make a decision just yet.
With all this being said (read written…) the Lord has been faithful to hold my feet to the task of simplifying and minimizing my life!
Simply yours,
Tamara

Proverbs 13:7
The Message (MSG)
A pretentious, showy life is an empty life;
    a plain and simple life is a full life.