No rest for the weary. Good thing they loaded me up with steroids! I have a 2 day faculty retreat I am required to attend. Today they are recognizing people who have been with the institution for certain lengths of time. Five years is the first milestone, and I have reached that point. Hard to believe. It does not seem as if I have been here 5 whole years already. I recognize others in the 5 year category who began when I did. Nice.
What surprises me is that people noticed my 5 year award. Many commented on my achievement. Of course, most of them thought I had been here a lot longer. Thinking it was because I am older, I asked what gave them that impression. The unanimous response? Because I know everything! Well, that's because I arrived at the same time as the new building opened and I was involved with all the new policies that had to be decided.
At the worship service, I am asked to help serve communion. What better way to be healed than to offer Christ's healing to others. Take the body of Christ, broken so that I will not have to be. Take the blood of Christ, shed so mine won't need to spill out. I pray for each person, amazed that my Roberts family has come together once again for this solemn moment of sharing and caring and being united in purpose and mission. We are the body of Christ, supporting one another, bearing one another's burdens, celebrating one another's joys.
I am surprised to learn that another faculty person was at the infusion center yesterday getting Rituxan at the same time as I was there. She is able to take it faster and only spent 5 hours there, but had we known we would have chatted. Today, while I am a bit weary, I am holding my own. At end of day, I will go home and to bed early, but I am OK. My colleague left in the middle of the afternoon session, too worn to go on. She didn't get the full round of steroids.
There you have it. Different paths for each of us, and by God's grace we are able to do what needs to be done.
What surprises me is that people noticed my 5 year award. Many commented on my achievement. Of course, most of them thought I had been here a lot longer. Thinking it was because I am older, I asked what gave them that impression. The unanimous response? Because I know everything! Well, that's because I arrived at the same time as the new building opened and I was involved with all the new policies that had to be decided.
At the worship service, I am asked to help serve communion. What better way to be healed than to offer Christ's healing to others. Take the body of Christ, broken so that I will not have to be. Take the blood of Christ, shed so mine won't need to spill out. I pray for each person, amazed that my Roberts family has come together once again for this solemn moment of sharing and caring and being united in purpose and mission. We are the body of Christ, supporting one another, bearing one another's burdens, celebrating one another's joys.
I am surprised to learn that another faculty person was at the infusion center yesterday getting Rituxan at the same time as I was there. She is able to take it faster and only spent 5 hours there, but had we known we would have chatted. Today, while I am a bit weary, I am holding my own. At end of day, I will go home and to bed early, but I am OK. My colleague left in the middle of the afternoon session, too worn to go on. She didn't get the full round of steroids.
There you have it. Different paths for each of us, and by God's grace we are able to do what needs to be done.
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