I was deeply encouraged by one of the Scriptures from my Lenten readings, and a line from one of the readings books tonight. My heart needed the reminder of who Jesus came to call. I have been so aware of my own struggles, my own failings, my own sins in this last season. So much more so than ever before. I have felt dirty and corrupted and worthless.
The book read: "Jesus calls people for what God wants to make of them. When it comes to choosing and making disciples, no one can equal Jesus for sheer daring."
And the passage?
Jesus answered them, "Healthy people don't need a doctor - sick people do. I have come to call not those who think they are righteous, but those who know they are sinners and need to repent." (Luke 6:31-32)
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
More on the Fire
Awhile back I was carefully following a story of a house fire here in Calgary that claimed several lives due at least in part to improperly installed security measures. I was stunned to see the story pop back up in the news today because the landlords had pled not guilty to the charges laid against them.
Not Guilty Plea Stuns Victim's Families
Not Guilty Plea Stuns Victim's Families
Quite the day...
To be fair, I had mostly a good day.
The first two thirds of it were productive. Things were flowing smoothly. I was settled in and happy, working hard on preparations for a conference our company is putting on this coming weekend.
I ran out to do an errand.
I came back, was handed some items to take care of, and asked what I thought was an innocent question. The response was less than ideal, and seemed to be indicative of a larger ongoing problem. It spiralled quickly from there.
A colleague and I handled the situation the way we've been instructed to. Let's just say that that we won't be doing that again. Because, you see, my boss flew off the handle at me, for bringing the situation to her attention (as per her previous instructions). She flew off the handle at the other person too.
There was shouting, and closed door conversations.
I'm not generally an angry person. I am often frustrated, but rarely do I descend into full on fury. Even when I feel hatred, it's usually a cold and distant thing, rather than a hot and wild thing.
But this was absolutely the last straw. I was so furious that my entire body was physically trembling with the adrenaline coursing through . I answered the phone and my voice shook. I sat for a few minutes in a colleague's office with the door shut and cried, waiting for my body to still.
Eventually things settled out.
Long conversations were had. Information was shared. There was crying on both parts.
And tomorrow I'm moving on.
There will not be a repeat of today. It is not healthy for me to have that much adrenaline coursing through my body when I already have issues with my health and energy levels. And, quite frankly, I will not be handling these sorts of situations that way ever again.
So, tomorrow is another day. I'll go back in, and work to forget the last third of today. And I'll keep doing the multitude of work necessary to get ready for the conference. And, quite likely, I'll keep to myself. Because that would seem to be the safer way to approach my office for a while.
The first two thirds of it were productive. Things were flowing smoothly. I was settled in and happy, working hard on preparations for a conference our company is putting on this coming weekend.
I ran out to do an errand.
I came back, was handed some items to take care of, and asked what I thought was an innocent question. The response was less than ideal, and seemed to be indicative of a larger ongoing problem. It spiralled quickly from there.
A colleague and I handled the situation the way we've been instructed to. Let's just say that that we won't be doing that again. Because, you see, my boss flew off the handle at me, for bringing the situation to her attention (as per her previous instructions). She flew off the handle at the other person too.
There was shouting, and closed door conversations.
I'm not generally an angry person. I am often frustrated, but rarely do I descend into full on fury. Even when I feel hatred, it's usually a cold and distant thing, rather than a hot and wild thing.
But this was absolutely the last straw. I was so furious that my entire body was physically trembling with the adrenaline coursing through . I answered the phone and my voice shook. I sat for a few minutes in a colleague's office with the door shut and cried, waiting for my body to still.
Eventually things settled out.
Long conversations were had. Information was shared. There was crying on both parts.
And tomorrow I'm moving on.
There will not be a repeat of today. It is not healthy for me to have that much adrenaline coursing through my body when I already have issues with my health and energy levels. And, quite frankly, I will not be handling these sorts of situations that way ever again.
So, tomorrow is another day. I'll go back in, and work to forget the last third of today. And I'll keep doing the multitude of work necessary to get ready for the conference. And, quite likely, I'll keep to myself. Because that would seem to be the safer way to approach my office for a while.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Beautiful...
Monday Night
I went to do a couple of errands after work tonight.
I picked up some pants that I'd had shortened (the trouble with being 5'2" is that pants always have to be shortened.)
I got dinner at Jugo Juice - a midnight mango smoothie (mango, blueberries, blackberries, cranberry & apple juice) and a smoked turkey wrap. I hadn't eaten much today because I'm still not feeling well, so I figured the more fresh fruit I could get into me, the better. And, with 1/3 pound of fruit in one smoothie, I think I'm in pretty good shape!
After that I headed for my parent's house. My mom is a massage and cranio sacral therapist, and she tends to be my first call when I have aching muscles or am generally sick. Since I crashed the sled on the weekend, and I've been fighting this cold, I'd scheduled a treatment for tonight (and possibly another one tomorrow night, depending how I'm feeling tomorrow.)
Then home, a quick shower, and I was in my pj's, propped up in bed by 8 pm.
I have about 20 minutes of reading to finish up for tonight, and then I'm planning to fall asleep. Likely with an episode of Grey's Anatomy playing on my darkened laptop screen... my current favorite accompaniment for drifting off to sleep.
Goodnight world!
I picked up some pants that I'd had shortened (the trouble with being 5'2" is that pants always have to be shortened.)
I got dinner at Jugo Juice - a midnight mango smoothie (mango, blueberries, blackberries, cranberry & apple juice) and a smoked turkey wrap. I hadn't eaten much today because I'm still not feeling well, so I figured the more fresh fruit I could get into me, the better. And, with 1/3 pound of fruit in one smoothie, I think I'm in pretty good shape!
After that I headed for my parent's house. My mom is a massage and cranio sacral therapist, and she tends to be my first call when I have aching muscles or am generally sick. Since I crashed the sled on the weekend, and I've been fighting this cold, I'd scheduled a treatment for tonight (and possibly another one tomorrow night, depending how I'm feeling tomorrow.)
Then home, a quick shower, and I was in my pj's, propped up in bed by 8 pm.
I have about 20 minutes of reading to finish up for tonight, and then I'm planning to fall asleep. Likely with an episode of Grey's Anatomy playing on my darkened laptop screen... my current favorite accompaniment for drifting off to sleep.
Goodnight world!
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