How does one work full time, spend Saturday and Sunday cleaning the house, laundry, meal planning and grocery shopping?
I can't remember how I did all this in Kelowna.
I feel like I am treading water.
I feel like I need a housekeeper.
And a chef.
The reality is I love my job and I am having so much fun at work.
Tomorrow we are putting on the first of 5 symposiums called 5 Days In May. I am stoked, I am hoping I have everything organized and I don't have too many loose ends....
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Tuesday, 30 April 2013
Saturday, 20 April 2013
A new friend
This past 2 weeks has had such turmoil and joy, I wasn't sure what I wanted to write about but I had settled on this.
The anxiety and fear had settled on me yesterday. My head told me to go home, have a glass of wine, soak in a bubble bath and life will look better. Reality: I had a youth leaders meeting and I had to go.
My heart told me that I needed to do something completely different.
I turned on some music for the final push to the end of the day, spent sometime organizing a project and praying and in no time my heart was lifted. As I left work yesterday, instead of heading to my car I went to the oncology ward.
The doors still swing both ways.
I met a man named Claudio, he is the housekeeping staff for our part of the hospital. He doesn't like his job but he is very, very, very good at what he does.
He wanted me to meet his Sister Patricia. So, I went up to the 8th floor to visit who was going to become a new friend. We talked about chemotherapy, radiation, dealing with Drs and nurses, dealing with home life.
She is in the throws of starting chemo, the unknowns, the worry, the frustration of the medical system. And I know that looking at me, she saw hope.
Not that I am all that, that's not what I am getting at. She saw 1 year after diagnosis, a healthy, happy, contented, hairy woman. And she was relieved.
When I left she told me I looked good and I said, you will soon too.
I am hoping to go see her again on Sunday she will be in until Monday. Patricia, you are in my prayers, God is hears your words, He hears your fears. He is right there with you.
The anxiety and fear had settled on me yesterday. My head told me to go home, have a glass of wine, soak in a bubble bath and life will look better. Reality: I had a youth leaders meeting and I had to go.
My heart told me that I needed to do something completely different.
I turned on some music for the final push to the end of the day, spent sometime organizing a project and praying and in no time my heart was lifted. As I left work yesterday, instead of heading to my car I went to the oncology ward.
The doors still swing both ways.
I met a man named Claudio, he is the housekeeping staff for our part of the hospital. He doesn't like his job but he is very, very, very good at what he does.
He wanted me to meet his Sister Patricia. So, I went up to the 8th floor to visit who was going to become a new friend. We talked about chemotherapy, radiation, dealing with Drs and nurses, dealing with home life.
She is in the throws of starting chemo, the unknowns, the worry, the frustration of the medical system. And I know that looking at me, she saw hope.
Not that I am all that, that's not what I am getting at. She saw 1 year after diagnosis, a healthy, happy, contented, hairy woman. And she was relieved.
When I left she told me I looked good and I said, you will soon too.
I am hoping to go see her again on Sunday she will be in until Monday. Patricia, you are in my prayers, God is hears your words, He hears your fears. He is right there with you.
Monday, 1 April 2013
This. Is. City.
He does this for me. I love the city. I love any city as long as it is really city.
I loved New York from the first waft of exhaust outside the airport....I was hooked.
When I came home I said to Kent, pack your bags we are moving to New York!
He said no we are not. "I live in the city for you." (He meant West Kelowna).
I was halted in my steps....THIS is not CITY.
Kent would love to have a weekend away that includes solitude, quiet, maybe a lake, no internet access, phone or TV. In fact, this weekend he didn't care what time it was...I was the one asking constantly, what time is it?
I know that he does this for me and he carves out little moments of quiet for himself and I thank him so much for feeding a part of my soul that longs for city.
I loved New York from the first waft of exhaust outside the airport....I was hooked.
When I came home I said to Kent, pack your bags we are moving to New York!
He said no we are not. "I live in the city for you." (He meant West Kelowna).
I was halted in my steps....THIS is not CITY.
Kent would love to have a weekend away that includes solitude, quiet, maybe a lake, no internet access, phone or TV. In fact, this weekend he didn't care what time it was...I was the one asking constantly, what time is it?
I know that he does this for me and he carves out little moments of quiet for himself and I thank him so much for feeding a part of my soul that longs for city.
**Raspberry**
A little dose of perspective is good for a person. It reminds me of the song a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down.
We hadn't had a real break in 2 years.
Now, part of that is my own fault, I am not whining here.
2 years ago, we were in Hawaii for Spring Break. Melissa had just finished her first reading break at UBCO and Max was with the EC youth in Thailand.
We had never dreamed that we would have the opportunity to travel--unless we were doing short term missions. And the biggest bonus was we got to be together in Hawaii. (The picture at the top is from that trip)
What we didn't realize was the importance of us being together. My Dad told me in 2000 that Kent and I should be going away "up to 9 times a year". I was stunned....who can do that?? We have since learned the importance of carving out time for "just us".
We needed that time together, re-energize, because coming home we had no idea what was going to happen literally 2 weeks later. (The end was coming of Kent's work and that we had to look elsewhere for a job for him, we then started talking about selling our house and moving....)
We needed that time together to remember when the tough times were upon us, that we couldn't give up on each other, our kids or our faith in God.
And believe me, there were times we thought about it...but pushed it from our minds.
This weekend, we spent our weekend sleeping, walking, holding hands, talking, laughing and generally just amazed that we have been together 25 years.
So, to the neigh sayers of our past who said I married Kent to get away from my family. To the rock throwers who said it wouldn't last, we would never make it.....
*raspberry*
We hadn't had a real break in 2 years.
Now, part of that is my own fault, I am not whining here.
2 years ago, we were in Hawaii for Spring Break. Melissa had just finished her first reading break at UBCO and Max was with the EC youth in Thailand.
We had never dreamed that we would have the opportunity to travel--unless we were doing short term missions. And the biggest bonus was we got to be together in Hawaii. (The picture at the top is from that trip)
What we didn't realize was the importance of us being together. My Dad told me in 2000 that Kent and I should be going away "up to 9 times a year". I was stunned....who can do that?? We have since learned the importance of carving out time for "just us".
We needed that time together, re-energize, because coming home we had no idea what was going to happen literally 2 weeks later. (The end was coming of Kent's work and that we had to look elsewhere for a job for him, we then started talking about selling our house and moving....)
We needed that time together to remember when the tough times were upon us, that we couldn't give up on each other, our kids or our faith in God.
And believe me, there were times we thought about it...but pushed it from our minds.
This weekend, we spent our weekend sleeping, walking, holding hands, talking, laughing and generally just amazed that we have been together 25 years.
So, to the neigh sayers of our past who said I married Kent to get away from my family. To the rock throwers who said it wouldn't last, we would never make it.....
*raspberry*
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