Today is Sunday. A day of worship. In all I speak and do, I pray let it be to the glory of God.
I've had a great time here in R&R FOB. Not so R&R for me. I was very busy and never got the rest that I sought. But I did find a wonderful church. The only time since I've been to Afghanistan that I went in and actually knew people. I found comfort and fellowship...and a chance to learn.
I went to a movie last night that spoke of lonely jobs...oil riggers, hunters, contractors. We are the ones on the outside... adventures, loners, seekers. What is it that we look for? Opportunity? Peace? Life?
Why does the Lord call us? What does he want? The answer is: To shine his glory to all. He is so magnanimous. You wouldn't place a light under the covers. No. You place for all to see. To come to him... To find the answers and the way.
So what are the answers? For me, in every situation I look and say, "why did the Lord place me here?" I go with all circumstances because it's not as if he whispers the answer in my ear. But I know, (faith), for every second of my life he is with me and there's a plan and a path that I am following.
So when I'm back against a wall, being bullied by the meanies, in a bunker as missiles fly overhead, and my family and friends are far away and I get the tug towards loneliness...I know He is with me. I always have him with me.
SO it was on this little base that I found contentment, appreciation, peace, fellowship and rest. Maybe it wasn't the kind of rest I wanted, but just some down time with God. I've really appreciated my time here, and I praise him for the path that he's led me on and the love that he's given me in my life.
That was my reflection as I ready to move on. Thank you for allowing me to share.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Tell it like it is!
I have been a busy little bee. So busy that last night while laying in bed, I thought of a couple of blogs. Yeah! Time to write and tell it like it is.
I had a chap come to me and he gave me the schmeal about how lonely he was. His wife left him and now he's getting a divorce. Real cute big beefy hunk. But really...come on now... Tell it like it is! You need to get rid of a little stressful boredom and work out your time doing some sweaty time, no name. Find someone else. I've done cute. I'm holding out for the big L-O-V-E. Tell it like it is. I'll still say no, but atleast I'll have some respect for your efforts.
And about effort. a long time friend who is an amazing medic wrote a letter that told it like it is. He landed right on his face. Apparently, the door is only open if it's a toad. The prince gets his kiss on the other end and is isolated at a castle far, far away. You were the bigger man and we all applaud you for it. Too bad they snubbed you out. You will always shine in our eyes.
Speaking of words...insubordination. Big word used frequently by bullies that can't get their point across without threats and intimidation. Tell it like it is! Say...Do it my repetitive, sloppy way or hit the highway, or... I can't think and watch my movies with everyone screaming about how much bale lifting they're doing. It's very unprofessional to say "shut up" so they stick with the "BIG ONE" they learned in romper room.
Hey! I know a word too. We had mandatory Harrassment training this week and I learned a new word, "B-U-L-L-Y". That's right folks. I came across the ocean on a 14 hour flight to broaden my vocabulary. Did you know that it's very bad in business to push the employees around and even worse doing it without touching them. Thankfully only the peons need worry...ooops, that's me- eeek!
Someone told me like it is. The military paid me a great compliment. They stated that they liked me and decided to keep me. Apparently there's a lot of that going around. It's been quite busy here on R&R FOB. It's called the "Mommy Syndrome." The big tough men and women might be afraid to take there little hemorrhoids and sniffles to a guy medic, but they don't mind dropping the trousers to Mom. We're all far, far away from home, and it's worse when you're sick. Just sometimes you need the MOMMY to baby and comfort you... and that's me! Just telling it like it is!
I had a chap come to me and he gave me the schmeal about how lonely he was. His wife left him and now he's getting a divorce. Real cute big beefy hunk. But really...come on now... Tell it like it is! You need to get rid of a little stressful boredom and work out your time doing some sweaty time, no name. Find someone else. I've done cute. I'm holding out for the big L-O-V-E. Tell it like it is. I'll still say no, but atleast I'll have some respect for your efforts.
And about effort. a long time friend who is an amazing medic wrote a letter that told it like it is. He landed right on his face. Apparently, the door is only open if it's a toad. The prince gets his kiss on the other end and is isolated at a castle far, far away. You were the bigger man and we all applaud you for it. Too bad they snubbed you out. You will always shine in our eyes.
Speaking of words...insubordination. Big word used frequently by bullies that can't get their point across without threats and intimidation. Tell it like it is! Say...Do it my repetitive, sloppy way or hit the highway, or... I can't think and watch my movies with everyone screaming about how much bale lifting they're doing. It's very unprofessional to say "shut up" so they stick with the "BIG ONE" they learned in romper room.
Hey! I know a word too. We had mandatory Harrassment training this week and I learned a new word, "B-U-L-L-Y". That's right folks. I came across the ocean on a 14 hour flight to broaden my vocabulary. Did you know that it's very bad in business to push the employees around and even worse doing it without touching them. Thankfully only the peons need worry...ooops, that's me- eeek!
Someone told me like it is. The military paid me a great compliment. They stated that they liked me and decided to keep me. Apparently there's a lot of that going around. It's been quite busy here on R&R FOB. It's called the "Mommy Syndrome." The big tough men and women might be afraid to take there little hemorrhoids and sniffles to a guy medic, but they don't mind dropping the trousers to Mom. We're all far, far away from home, and it's worse when you're sick. Just sometimes you need the MOMMY to baby and comfort you... and that's me! Just telling it like it is!
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