Wednesday, February 28, 2007

High Flight

Some of the most beautiful events in nature I have seen, have been through the window of a Lear jet on the way to Baffin Island. The first was a sunrise. The most beautiful I have ever seen. We were so close to the sun that I could swear I could reach out and touch it... like touching the face of God!


Tonight I saw the Northern Lights... brighter and more colourful than I have ever seen them before.They were a spectacular display of beauty.... of His amazing creation. Beautiful streaks of green and purple dancing through the sky. I was afraid to blink... I did not want to miss this display of grandeur. As I watched in amazement, all my heart could do was praise Him. All I could think of was that MY God did that!

There are several Inuit Legends surrounding the Northern Lights. My favourite is that the lights are the souls of children who have passed away... dancing in the heavens. This week we lost 2 little kiddies at work. It is always so hard. We all feel this incredible sadness, yet we know that it pales in comparison to the grief the parents feel. It breaks my heart knowing that these mothers will go home to an empty crib. That they will never send their baby off to school... that fathers will never take their son to a ball game... that siblings will never know the joys of sibling friendship. Knowing that these precious children are dancing in the heavens makes my heart smile.

There is a poem that comes to mind... It reminds me of the amazing sights I saw. It reminds me of children dancing in the heavens, touching the face of God.

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence.
Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
-Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee

Monday, February 26, 2007

And The Oscar Goes To....

One of the things I will miss most about my room mate are the parties we throw. There are usually a few each year... Oscar Party For 2... Super Bowl Party For 2... you get the idea. Now these are not your typical parties. For example.. the Super Bowl Party... while eating junk food, we watch the very beginning and guess who is the heaviest player. Then we wait for their stats to flash across the screen and see who wins. When we have had enough of that, we pop in a movie, but pause it in time to watch the Half Time Show. Now that is my kind of Super Bowl!



Last night at work, over a bag of Creamy Creamy Caramel Popcorn from Kernals, I shared some of our Oscar Party secrets. (We taped it so we could watch it once work quieted down.) Before the show, each party goer was provided with a list of nomination by category. Each party goer had to guess who was going to win in each category. The completed lists were then placed in a sealed envelope until the end of the show, when they were marked.



At 515 this morning, the winner was announced. For the second year in a row, the winner is.... yours truly! (Which is really funny seeing as I have only seen 2 of the movies that were nominated.) My acceptance speech? Thank you to my co-workers, who, while they probably think I am wacko, humoured me in this little endeavour. Thank you to my dear friend CB who made the viewing of the two movies I did see possible. Without your love, support, and choice of movies, I would not be where I am today! I love you all! *S*

Sunday, February 25, 2007

End Of An Era


It is the end of an era. In September 1999, my current room mate and I decided to move in together. I was just moving out for the first time. When I purchased my house a few years later, she moved there with me. Last night I came home to a considerable amount of garbage in my garage. My first thought was "Jen is moving out." As I walked through the house, I noticed things that were missing: Her cook books, some kitchen supplies, some linens. I was quite certain I knew what was going on. A few emails later, my suspicions were confirmed. Jen is moving out.

I saw this coming. I am surprised it took so long. That said, I cannot deny that I panicked just a bit. I worry about how I will cope mentally living on my own, even though in the past few months she has barely been there. I worry about how I will manage from a financial point of view. If truth be told, I was a bit frantic.

In the midst of my panic attack God reminded me of words that just days ago I spoke to a dear friend in the midst of her own crisis. I was a bit embarrassed by my reaction. How could I have had an eternal perspective until it had to do with my own reality? I believed those words then, why did I not believe them now? How could I think that God would provide for this dear friend, but He would not provide for me? I needed to change my attitude here. And that is what happened: God changed my attitude.

I am sad that Jen is leaving. We have lived together for 8 years! We are common-law! There is going to be a custody battle! "Whose dish is that?" But I have to believe that this is all a part of His plan. His PERFECT plan. I knew this day would come, but God knew when this day would come. I have to believe that He will do something good with this.

I am also sad because of the example I have been to her. Or should I say, the example I have not been to her. For most of the time that we have lived together, I have lived out my faith as close to the world as I could. I have regrets. In the past year that has changed. But in the past year, we have not see a whole lot of each other. I just have to hope and pray that as our friendship continues, she will see more and more of the woman that God is changing me in to.

So... it is the end of an era. Guess we will all have to stay tuned to see what He has in store for me next! I hope that part of what He has in store might include someone tall dark and handsome! For now, perhaps I will have to settle for a furry friend.

Don't you want to eat me?!?!?

Saturday, February 24, 2007

My Misconstrued Comment of the Day

It is more fun to just bang it. And I like when the juices squirt out. Just pop it in your mouth, and spit out the seed!

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How do you eat your Lychee fruit?

Friday, February 23, 2007

Have you?

Has your heart ever hurt so badly that you are not sure it will ever go away? Have you every felt that even words given to you by His divine might are not enough, and cannot even begin to bring comfort? Have you ever felt so desperate to change the reality of someone you love, but so incapable of doing so? Have you every prayed so fervently about something, that you forget to pray about anything else? Have you every prayed that God would allow you to take on the stress a dear friend feels so that she can be free from it? Have you every lay awake at night talking to Him... begging Him for a sign that this will be alright? Have you ever melted into a puddle of tears… completely overwhelmed by the pain and sadness you feel for a loved one? Have you ever felt that all you could do was pray?

Have you ever been desperate for Him? Desperate to be near Him. Desperate to hear from Him. Desperately awaiting His answer to prayer. Desperate for Him to “do this thing”.


Lord, You are in complete control here. The struggles of these dear loved ones are not in vain. The faith of your children will be stretched. Their dependence on you will be deepened. You will be glorified! You will be glorified.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Every Princess Needs A Dinky Car

Some days I feel totally uninspired. Other days I could blog about a million things. Tonight is one of those nights!

When I work my admin days, my hours are pretty flexible. I work (and I use that term loosely) 8 hours, but it does not really matter when I start and when I end. So I tend to sleep in a bit. That means that my parking lot is pretty much full by the time I saunter in. I could park in another lot... the Losers Lot... in the back 40. But I don't like to when it is minus 100 out! I am a Princess... I get cold easily! So I, along with many others, have found a solution. I... I mean... we, park sort of illegally at the end of the row... where there really isn't a parking spot. I am always careful not to block anyones safe exit from their own spot... which is not hard because my car is pretty small. Some might even call it a dinky car. I have been informed that my friends son has toy cars that are bigger than mine. Hmph.

So today as I arrived at my car, I noticed a white paper on the window. Turns out, I received a warning for a parking infraction: not parking within the lines. As if! Don't they see the plates? (HRHCRSTA) I have diplomatic status man! I should be immune! I am a Princess! My Father is the King of Kings! *LOL* (Or, LOL+OL for those of you... or more like, for the one of you who thinks that is how it should be.) Oh well. Guess I should be happy that it was a warning and not a ticket. That said, the bottom of it did say that I was liable to the City of Ottawa for the above infraction... what does that mean? Are they going to send me a ticket in the mail??? So confused. The funniest part is that the warning was written at 0955.... which is pretty much when I got to work! I think I got there at 945. As if!

Another kinda funny car story.... I was on my way to Youth Group tonight, when this guy totally cut me off. In high school someone taught me about the 10 second horn. (Thanks Jeff!) I don't use it often, but this was the perfect opportunity. Until tonight, I had always wondered why people do not really respond to my horn... like they don't hear or see me...even when I give them the 10 second horn. Now I believe what people have been telling me: My horn is the horn of a dinky car! A bike horn would make more noise than that thing! It is ok for a little "toot toot"... but now so good for the 10 second horn. How embarrassing!

You are right. I drive a dinky car.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Strongholds

The continuation of my "Aha Moments"...

There are a few things that have come together lately in my life. They are separate things that have brought me to one main focal point. Let me see if I can explain...

At the end of 2006, our church finished up our series on Ephesians with a Sub Series on the Armour of God. Back in October I blogged about the Shield of Faith. Well, another lesson I learned was based on the Sword of the Spirit. There were 2 main points. First, it is to be used to stand your ground. I had realized this before… hiding His Word in your heart so that it would be easily accessible when we need to stand up against Satan's attacks and temptations. The second point is what hit me. The Sword of the Spirit is to be used to take back ground. If you give Satan a foothold, it will in time become a stronghold. So we have to use the sword to cut out the areas of sin in our lives, and give those areas back to God... the rightful owner. 2 Corinthians 10: 3-5 says “the weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world… they have divine power to demolish strongholds. We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God….”

There were a few areas that I knew Satan had control over… that became clear to me that day. I handed those areas over to God. Don’t get me wrong, they are still areas of sin I struggle with, but I know that I have the tools I need to cut those areas out of my life. That said, I was not very good at using His Word to cut out these areas of my life. I held on to a bit of the control there… kinda tried to do it my way, and just try to be strong enough to resist. (I know… that is so not like me!!! *S*)

What was not clear to me was that there were areas of my life I had not thought of before. Remember that friend telling me to hand it over to God. Little did I know what I was about to hand over. It was big. Perhaps I had always thought my God was not big enough. It was a sin. I know for a fact that I had never seen it as such.

About a month or so ago, I was introduced to a book by Max Lucado entitled Facing Your Giants. As I read through the first Chapter and worked through the study guide, I had to list some of my "Goliaths"... some of the things that I had made bigger than God in my life... the things that I struggled against and focused on.

Last week another book made its way in to my life. The same friend who recommended the Giants book mentioned another book whose title sparked my interest... Praying Gods Word: Breaking Free From Spiritual Strongholds by Beth Moore. It was the word "strongholds" that made me want to read it. It brought me back to the sermon on the Sword of the Spirit. I needed help praying His Word... using His word to cut out these areas in my life. I read the introduction and had yet another aha moment. First of all, it was then that I really understood what a stronghold was. Beth Moore used that same verse in 2 Corinthians... “A stronghold is any argument or pretension that ‘sets itself up against the knowledge of God”…A stronghold is anything that exalts itself in our minds, “pretending” to be bigger or more powerful than our God.” Wow. I had a lot of strongholds then! The table of contents listed several strongholds. Interestingly, this list closely mimicked the list of "Goliaths" I had made. Depression... feelings of guilt... insecurity of being unloved... the list goes on.

Perhaps it was only then that I truly understood what it meant to give these areas to God. Perhaps it was not so much an understanding of what it meant to give these areas of God, but rather an understanding of all the areas of my life that at one time or another pretended to be bigger than my God. I got it. Anything that takes the focus off of Him is sin and needs to be cut out of my life. Call them Goliaths. Call them strongholds. They have got to go.

That leads to my next aha moment... but it is late... so it will have to wait for another day.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Secrets

The other day I came across an article in a magazine advertising a book entitled Secrets Lives of Men and Women. I was intrigued, so I made my way to Chapters to see what it was all about. I learned that this was more than a book, but rather an entire project entitled PostSecret.

Back in 2004, a man by the name of Frank Warren handed out 3000 self addressed postcards. He gave them to strangers, and left them in public places. He invited people to write a secret on it, and mail it back to him. He has received over 100 000 self made post cards, and displays them in his books, in art exhibits, and online at www.postsecret.com .

Some of the secrets are horrifying. Some are hilarious. Some secrets brought tears to my eyes. Some brought a smile to my face. Some were secrets of people I know, some were secrets I have kept myself at one time or another.

Reading through these secrets really made me think. I am so fortunate, first of all, that I have people in my life who I trust with my deepest darkest secrets. But mostly, I am thankful that there are no secrets from my God. Nothing I could do, nothing I could say, nothing I could think will ever be kept secret from him. Nothing that was done to me, nothing that I did to cope, nothing I have lived through is a secret to Him. He knows it all. He knows the parts that I don't know!

What an amazing truth: As children of God, we are NEVER alone. We are NEVER abandoned. We will NEVER be able to keep a secret from God.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Brothers

Ok.... my next blog was supposed to be a continuation of my aha moments... but tonight I am feeling otherwise inspired.

I am so blessed. In many of my blogs I have mentioned a particular dear friend of mine who has meant more to me than she will ever know.... who has supported me, prayed with me, been honest with me, stretched my faith, and laughed (out loud) with me the whole time. But she is not the only blessing I have received. Her entire family has been like a second family to me. They have welcomed me into their home when I have needed to not be alone. They have invited me to spend family holidays with them. They have become my second family. (In fact, now I need to refer to my real family as "the biologicals"!)

Today while this dear friend was putting the "wee ones" to bed, 2 of her older sons and I... well... we played. Or more like, I got ganged up on and attacked! I tried to use the younger of the two as a shield, but to no avail... he got away. So I resorted to a laundry basket and running and screaming like a girl. I had a blast! When I went to leave, the older of the two went out to start my car.... and drive my car...forward and back... forward and back. He finally let me in, but in the mean time jumped into the passenger seat and took me hostage! So we drove around for a bit before his mother called us home.

All that to say.... I have watched people with brothers before. My room mate for example... she has 2 younger brothers. When guy friends tease her- like not in a mean way, but like they would tease their sister- she has always known how to take it.. and give it right back. Although I have a 1/2 brother, he has never been a part of my life. I never had that "brother like" relationship. Someone who would make fun of me as I sobbed through Greys Anatomy, but only after he hid the batteries in the remote control a few months earlier so I would miss the show. Someone who would tease me, and I could punch for it. Someone who would be gentleman enough to offer to make me a sandwich or warm up my car, but only after he shoved fish (which I hate) down my throat, and chased me around the house with a toy gun that shoots these little balls. (Which, by the way, HURT!)

I have been blessed not only by this dear friend, but also by her family. I thank God for them everyday.... the wee ones - my "niece and nephew", and the not so wee ones - my "brothers". I adore you guys!

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Aha Moments

God has shown me some amazing things in the past few weeks. I call them "Aha moments". You know... when you finally get it? And when you do, you wonder why you are just getting it now? A lot of this is really personal, so I won't go in to too much detail. But what He has done is too amazing not to share.

Those of you who really know me, know that I have struggled with depression at varying levels for my whole life. A few weeks ago, I was heading in that direction again. I have this wonderful, wise, godly friend, who on many occasion has encouraged me to give it all to God... and not take it back. I heard what she was saying, but never understood what more I had to give Him where this was concerned. As the days passed, my sadness grew. I was in a bad place. I could barely function. It was really scary, because I had been there before. I had made the decision to focus on God through this, rather than trying to survive it on my own. But alas, I found myself making bad decisions again. Decisions that would take me down a path I was comfortable with... but also down a path that was not where He wanted me to be.

In what I thought was a moment of weakness, I confessed this secret part of my life to the same friend who had on so many occasions told me to hand it over to Him. I now don't see it as a moment of weakness, but rather a moment of brutal honesty. This friend prayed with me and turned me back around to face His Throne of Grace. She was not afraid to speak the truth: I was disobeying God. When I got home, I knew that God and I had a long night ahead of us.

He showed me so much that night. He showed me that this path I had chosen time and time again was me being disobedient to Him. He showed me an area of sin in my life... an area that had taken hold of me many years ago. Perhaps this is what this friend was talking about... giving it all to Him. When I look back, I see that God has been showing me this area for years... I just never paid enough attention to actually get it. Well that night, I got it. On my knees, in repentance, God took from me what He has so patiently been waiting for. The release I felt far exceeded any sense of freedom I had ever felt before. Free. That was it. As cliche as it sounds, a weight had been lifted of my shoulders, and I felt free! It was like nothing else I had every experienced before. As I called my friend to describe the feeling to her, I knew I didn't really have to... I knew she knew exactly what I meant.

I am so thankful for a friend like her. She has heard me say it all before... but I count her friendship as one of the greatest blessings in my life. We all need someone to come along side us and turn us back to Him when we momentarily glace away. We all need a friend who will speak His truth covered in His love. We all need a friend who is not afraid to confront us with an area of sin in our lives. We all need a friend who will pray with us and cry with us. We all need a friend who will love us, even when they see our ugly sides. I am so thankful for a friend like that.

This story continues... God continues to speak, and I am learning to listen. Will write again soon.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Here I am To Worship

Ok... I have not had a really good, heartfelt post in a while. I kinda lost my groove there for a bit. Was in a rut... spiritually and otherwise. But I have gotten realigned with God, and all is good. I have a few blog-worthy topics in my head, but first I need to finish what I started... talking about the Battle of the Retreats.

Saturday night is always the "show me the money" night. Typically after the speaker closes, the Worship Band plays quietly for a bit while people are given the opportunity to respond. Some get up and leave. Some head to a quiet place elsewhere. Some sit and pray and worship. I wish that I could put into words what happened this past Saturday night. I have had to let it soak in because it is almost too overwhelming to even talk about., and I am not sure that my words can adequately describe the beauty I witnessed. I saw a whole new picture of heaven that night. I felt it. I tasted it. I longed for it.

I am sure that we all imagine what heaven will be like. I am also sure that nothing we could imagine here on earth will even compare to what awaits those of us who have a relationship with Christ. I love the thought of us singing praises to Him... forever.

Then I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and on the sea, and all that is in them, singing: "To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be praise and honor and glory and power, for ever and ever!" (Rev 5:13)

I had always imagined myself gathered with my dearest friends(mainly the ones who can carry a tune) and all other believers, (and ok... if I am totally honest, with Sandy Patty) in a choir format, singing in beautiful three (or four) part harmony. As I said, I saw a whole new picture of what heaven might be like.

Rather than start playing immediately, the worship band let a cd run in the background for a while. To be honest, I am not really sure when the cd stopped and the band started. But as the cd was playing, people were worshipping. I love worshipping with the kids in the high school group. It is so genuine. It is fall on your knees, sit and pray, sing your heart out kind of worship. What happened on the retreat was no different. At one point I came out of my own world of worship, and took in the beauty that was around me.

As I listened, I heard 20+ people singing. No one was singing the same thing. In fact, I am not even sure what song was being sung. We were all just singing... worshipping. Some were crying out to Him for mercy. Some were praising Him for His greatness. Some were thanking Him for all He had done in their lives. It was spontaneous. It was personal. No ones words were the same. No ones tune was the same. But it all melded into one glorious sound. A choir of voices singing their own song to Him. It was so beautiful. (And if you know me, you know I am a bit of a music snob. One of my faults is not always being able to look beyond something that may not sound all that great, and appreciate it because it is bringing Him glory and telling the message of His love for us. So for me to say that 20+ people singing their own song sounded beautiful, it really had to be something!)

As I looked around I saw people picking up instruments and playing them for Him... guitars, violins, a cello, bass guitar, bongos, keyboard. Those who could play just picked up and played when the Spirit led them to. There were people sitting in their chairs with their heads bowed. There were people sitting on the floor. There were people dancing. There were people standing, arms and voices lifted to Him. There were people in groups. There were people in their own corner of the room. No one paid attention to anything but worshipping our Lord! And however the Spirit led them, is how they worshipped. This literally went on for hours, but it was as though there was no sense of time. Just honest, heartfelt, purest worship.

I know that when two or three are gathered, He is there. But there are just some times when we really feel, like literally feel, His presence. That was one of those times. There is no doubt in my mind that His Spirit was moving through that room, bringing people closer and closer to the God they love and serve.

I was moved to tears. All I could do was sit, take it all in, and life my voice to Him. "Here I am to worship. Here I am to bow down, and say that You're my God."


Monday, February 05, 2007

BOTR: Fun Times!

For all who doubted, myself included, the Battle of the Retreats was a smashing success! I had my reservations about two things: No boys, and mixing Jr and Sr High. It was such a great Retreat, that it warrants more than one post. So for starters, here is the run down of the weekend.

We, being the boys and the girls, met at the church for one last hurrah. The battle had begun. We loaded all 70 girls and 26 leaders on to 2 buses, and made our way to Circle Square Ranch. On the way there we announced the teams for the weekend. We also announced that the girls would be bunking in their teams. No big surprise... that was met with much resistance and grumbling. My group was made up of 6 Jr Highers, 2 High Schoolers, and 2 other sponsors. We made out way to our room, which was the Jail..."THE" cabin to be in.... if you are a boy. It was freezing! I really, truly thought I was either going to have to go home, or die. So while the girls were outside sledding, I scoped out other vacant rooms. There was a jail break... we managed to find a room on the "warm", "girls" side of the camp. Phew!

The theme for the weekend was Discipleship. Patty Racine was our speaker. (And her hubby Paul spent the weekend with the boys.) It was amazing to see these young ladies put in to practice what they were being taught. The went from grumbling about the assigned cabins to really embracing the opportunity to minister to their younger sisters in the Lord. It was great! A perfect example of this was during out Airband Competition. We had the kids make up their own groups... a mix of Jr and Sr High. It was mass confusion! It was so not working. So we asked if we should just stick to our teams. There was a unanimous cry..."YES!!!" Just 18 hours prior, these same kids were grumbling about the teams. Now they wanted to to give up doing an activity with their old friends, and do it with their new friends. So cool to see God changing their hearts and their attitudes.

The HS ladies really sought the younger kids out. They were leaders within the teams that had been created, and even spent their free time with the younger kids. Skipping ahead a bit... on Sunday morning there is a chance to thank or encourage people publicly. Also I time to share what God has done during the Retreat. So many times, the older girls stood up and with tears in their eyes thanked the younger kids for ministering to them. It was so neat to see these young ladies immediately see the fruits of their efforts. Not only had they spent the weekend ministering, but in doing so were ministered right back to. These JH girls really get it, and the HS ladies saw that first hand.

There were no cliques this weekend... everyone embraced everyone else. And being all girls, everyone felt free to let their hair hang down. No one was left out. No one was too shy to participate. No one was "too cool" to participate. It was awesome!

So what do 96 ladies do on a weekend away? Karaoke - so fun! So many participants. Kick boxing - OMW... so hard! But so fun! I would love to take classes! There is a Christian Martial Arts Studio here in Ottawa called Warriors of God. The owner uses the Martial Arts to bring others to the Lord. It has been something I have always been a bit interested in, but worry about what you are opening yourself up to from a spiritual standpoint. This guy uses the moves, but the spiritual focus is on God. Airbands - definitely a highlight. My group did Mamma Mia. Only one of the girls knew the song, which was just sad. I just hope that the video stays locked in a vault somewhere! Every single girl got right in to it. Even the more shy and quiet ones really brought it. Fabulous! And the dance moves?! Let's just say that things sure have changed since my day as a Met Youther! Dresser-Upper Supper - We had 20 minutes to make dresses with garage bags, duct tape and tin foil. So fun, and once again, no one was "too cool" to participate. Some of the dresses were run way material. Seriously. Speaking of runway, how could we forget the High Heel Walk-off. Some of these girls can really strut their stuff in 4 inch stilettos! Pas moi! Another highlight of the weekend was the Woman's National Pillow Fighting Competition. Now the pillow fight is a guys tradition on every retreat. It is huge! This year the boys were fighting in costume. Well, apparently so were many of the girls. Can I just say that I have not seen this much spandex since my dancing years. Where do the find this stuff?!? It was such a flashback to the 80's.... these kids never actually saw! Who am I kidding... there are sponsors who barely saw the 80's! Picture it: High school girls running around in spandex with their underwear on top (yes, on top) bashing each other with pillows. I laughed the entire time. (And the JHs were worried that the SHs would think they were immature!)

I think I can speak for everyone when I say we had a blast. Kudos to the HS Ladies for really bringing it this weekend. You showed what you were made of, and how you are letting God work in your lives. You rock!

For me, the best part of the Retreat was the Saturday night Worship Service. I am still trying to process the beauty of what happened that night. Once I can begin to wrap my head around it, there will be another post.

Thanks for all the prayers that covered us this weekend. God changed lives. (And the boys in particular all came home in one piece!)



Friday, February 02, 2007

Battle of the Retreats

In just a few hours I will be boarding a bus with 70 girls from grades 7 to 12, along with 24 other leaders for the Battle of the Retreats. The girls are heading in one direction, and the boys in another. I have to say... and my fellow ex-Met Youthers conquer... back when I was in High School, I am not sure I would have gone on a retreat that had no boys!

The theme for the weekend is Discipleship... should be really great... and I sure I will be beat by Sunday night. If you think of it, keep us in your prayers... for spiritual growth and safety in particular (it has been snowing here for hours... not sure how the roads are). Thanks! Will let you know how it goes!

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Cubicle Etiquette

So my new job as Clinical Educator (part time) has landed me an office. I started this job in the fall, but am just not getting settled in to my "new home". I was first given a really big space... nice windows and all. But it was in a portable, outside the hospital - which was just not going to work. So I finally got moved "in-house". I am in the very depths of the hospital now, but in-house nonetheless. I have entered in to the land of cubicles!

So I am in a room with 3 people and a work station of sorts for some of the students that come through. One of my office mates has a radio on all the time. I don't usually mind... it is a station I listen to. But sometimes I want quiet. (Especially on a day like today when I have absolutely no work to do, so spent my time doing my devotions... yes, there is something wrong with that statement, but what can you do!?) She is only actually in her cubicle 1/2 the time... but when she is away, she leaves the radio on. Is it more disturbing to have the radio flip on and off? Or to have it on all the time? And really what is the etiquette when it comes to cubicles?

I thought I would do a bit of research. Apparently, keeping your radio on low is okay. Interesting. Check it out.