How is June two-thirds over??? This is really baffling me.
This morning I had tea with my friend Jonnie and then spent the afternoon with some friends from small group (the Gidlows - Dave is gone so Tammi is on her own with the five kids. I love hanging out with them and giving her some adult company). We played apples2apples junior, candyland, watched little house on the prarie and Clio (Matt & Jana's dog who we are watching) got LOTS of love and attention from the kids.
Last night was a cool Friday night. Philip's squadron commander and his wife leave on Tuesday, so we had our last Friday night hanging out in the officer's club. The wing commander and vice wing commander and his wife were there along with the commander & his wife and the other officer & his wife from Philip's squadron. It was a lot of fun. It was pretty cool to have the opportunity to interact with the wing leadership in a small group setting.
After the O club we dropped by our Fri night small group. The party was still happening, so we hung out for about an hour.
It was a rough week at work. Not patientwise. (when I come home drained from work, 90% of the time it is due to interpersonal stress with co-workers --- can anyone else relate) But it was a difficult, awkward, weird, uncomfortable transition back to Baskerville House after working very autonomously at Chesham for the last two months. Suddenly I feel like I don't actually have a good fit anywhere right now within the clinic structure (places I'd like to fit/work/go but those aren't the options I have).
My mom gave me some great advice about just focusing on MY job and doing it faithfully and not worrying about what anyone else is doing or not doing or how they're doing it -- something she has done excellently amid plenty of injustice and drama in the workplace throughout the years.
I just have to keep reminding myself, "there is no limit to the amount of good that you can do if you don't care about who gets the credit." I live with an eternal perspective. I understand that the mark I make that matters is acknowledged by the only One who matters. It's just difficult because the world's acknowledgement can really beckon strongly sometimes.
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Choose Joy.
I've always been told that my name suits me well. Joy does not equate happiness. Happiness waxes and wanes with circumstances but joy is a trait, a decision. It is my challenge to live up to this - to be a thermostat of contentment, not a thermometer of others' reactions.
I've lived at more addresses than I can count. In Minnesota. In Colorado. In England. In Virginia. In New Jersey. In Virginia again. An address doesn't make a home.
I've stepped into and out of many roles in my life. Daughter. Sister. Student. Friend. Student. Wife. Military Spouse. Student. Student. Researcher. Psychologist. Supervisor. A role doesn't define a person.
Our journey has been a winding road. One paved by uncertainty, sacrifice, pain, hope, disappointment, gratitude, goodbyes, tears, heartache, loss, faith, victory, and celebration. I am humbled beyond words to have walked this road alongside of the precious people who have become a part of our story. The people who have walked with us through choking difficulty and immense joy.
This story exists because of the Author and Perfecter of our faith. It is my humble prayer that the chronicle of our days speaks most loudly to the Reason we live and love the way that we do.
I've lived at more addresses than I can count. In Minnesota. In Colorado. In England. In Virginia. In New Jersey. In Virginia again. An address doesn't make a home.
I've stepped into and out of many roles in my life. Daughter. Sister. Student. Friend. Student. Wife. Military Spouse. Student. Student. Researcher. Psychologist. Supervisor. A role doesn't define a person.
Our journey has been a winding road. One paved by uncertainty, sacrifice, pain, hope, disappointment, gratitude, goodbyes, tears, heartache, loss, faith, victory, and celebration. I am humbled beyond words to have walked this road alongside of the precious people who have become a part of our story. The people who have walked with us through choking difficulty and immense joy.
This story exists because of the Author and Perfecter of our faith. It is my humble prayer that the chronicle of our days speaks most loudly to the Reason we live and love the way that we do.
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1 comment:
I liked your last paragraph (well, actually I liked your whole post). Pastor Pete gave a sermon a while back about "living for an audience of one." This past week I heard parts of a teaching on the radio by James McDonald. The reason I can remember some of it is I quickly wrote some of it down because it was related to a children's sermon I was working on. Anyway, he was talking about people-pleasing and how impossible that is. Three of his main points were: 1) I need to minimize my focus of what others think of me 2) I need to minimize my focus on what I think of me 3) I need to maximize my focus on what God thinks of me.
Have a good week next week at work :)
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