10 July 2008
Learning to Breathe
God has taken me through some pretty interesting places in life. Perhaps some day I'll share some of them here, but I'll just let that hang out there.
I've found myself stating more and more frequently that I 'hate my job. My full time job, that is, working as a Paramedic. The most frequent response I get to that statement is to the effect of:
Blah, blah, blah, get a grip, blah, blah, blah.
My part time job is better. I get frustrated on occasion, but that's only natural, isn't it? Overall I love it, am useful, am appreciated, am growing, am learning... I help broken people learn to breathe again, especially in certain areas of their lives. I am not a counselor. I am a discipler.
:::Dramatic Pause:::
I want my own Coffe Shop and Bookstore.
Don't know where that came from.
:::Extended Dramatic Pause:::
Well, I guess I need to go spend some time with Jesus!
Blessings!
ChaplainChas.
I've found myself stating more and more frequently that I 'hate my job. My full time job, that is, working as a Paramedic. The most frequent response I get to that statement is to the effect of:
Why on earth would you hate that? You get to help people who need you!
Blah, blah, blah, get a grip, blah, blah, blah.
My part time job is better. I get frustrated on occasion, but that's only natural, isn't it? Overall I love it, am useful, am appreciated, am growing, am learning... I help broken people learn to breathe again, especially in certain areas of their lives. I am not a counselor. I am a discipler.
:::Dramatic Pause:::
I want my own Coffe Shop and Bookstore.
Don't know where that came from.
:::Extended Dramatic Pause:::
Well, I guess I need to go spend some time with Jesus!
Blessings!
ChaplainChas.
Labels: blah, Bookstore, Coffee Shop, God, hate, Jesus, job, learn to breathe
30 June 2008
Nothing to Say
Is it wrong to post when you've nothing to say?
Is it possible to have nothing to say?
I'm listening to "Overwhelmed" by Jimmy Robeson as I sit at work trying to remember why I'm in the profession I'm in.
This morning was so so frustrating. The rig was OK, but no linens, and paperwork was missing. Even though we were second up, the Supervisor made no effort to respond to her call when dispatched so we had a delayed response, and were sent to the wrong entrance of the extended care facility (I hesitate to refer to it as a Skilled Nursing Facility). The staff were no where near the 'unresponsive' patient, then it seems they made up information in their report (nope, she doesn't appear dead to me (should the eyes look around or arms move on a dead person?)). Maybe it's just me.
It's probably a good thing there weren't many vehicles on the road to fail to yield to our emergency vehicle.
The internet connection here at work is sporadic, as is the air conditioning (that's ok, it won't hit 90 until tomorrow, again).
I'm sorry, what, Lord? Is that You? What do you mean what did I used to tell people my favorite verse in Scripture was?
That's not fair, Lord. Hmm. "Lord."
Thank You, You're right, of course.
Allow me to leave you with that much repeated verse: "And it came to pass...".
Blessings!
ChaplainChas.
Is it possible to have nothing to say?
I'm listening to "Overwhelmed" by Jimmy Robeson as I sit at work trying to remember why I'm in the profession I'm in.
This morning was so so frustrating. The rig was OK, but no linens, and paperwork was missing. Even though we were second up, the Supervisor made no effort to respond to her call when dispatched so we had a delayed response, and were sent to the wrong entrance of the extended care facility (I hesitate to refer to it as a Skilled Nursing Facility). The staff were no where near the 'unresponsive' patient, then it seems they made up information in their report (nope, she doesn't appear dead to me (should the eyes look around or arms move on a dead person?)). Maybe it's just me.
It's probably a good thing there weren't many vehicles on the road to fail to yield to our emergency vehicle.
The internet connection here at work is sporadic, as is the air conditioning (that's ok, it won't hit 90 until tomorrow, again).
I'm sorry, what, Lord? Is that You? What do you mean what did I used to tell people my favorite verse in Scripture was?
That's not fair, Lord. Hmm. "Lord."
Thank You, You're right, of course.
Allow me to leave you with that much repeated verse: "And it came to pass...".
Blessings!
ChaplainChas.
Labels: ambulance, And it came to pass, bad, Jimmy Robeson, job, nothing to say, nursing home, Overwhelmed, verse, work
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