Yesterday I woke up, anxious and determined. I was going to go in to work and submit my resignation.
I love my job. Working at a substance abuse facility with residents who are inmates and parolees at first was not exactly what I had in mind for my internship experience. However after a while I found my place, my niche you might say. More than that, I was accepted and embraced by all 70 men as a friend, a confidant, and someone they truly respected and enjoyed being around. I was blessed when just a month before my internship was over, the position as counselor (full-time) was mine. I spent time educating them about addictive thinking, process of relapse, and counseled an average of 27 guys individually as well as holding group therapy twice a week.
The year I spent there not once did I wake up and roll over, cover my head, groan, and complain “I don’t want to go to work.” Truth be told, for the most part it doesn’t even feel like a job. I enjoy going there on a daily basis. The residents made it so simple to consider their home my ‘home away from home’. It is definitely hard seeing them leave (it’s only a six month program) and you better believe bonds were formed. They kicked my butt at chess, looked forward to seeing what three guys I would play dominoes with, and always eagerly anticipated the resources I was able to share with them. From setting budgets, filling out FAFSA’s, printing off guitar tabs, and finding poetry, these guys recognized I LOVED helping them with practically anything they brought to my office. I as much as they thrived on the role I played. Continue reading →
I am a woman in process. I know I’ll never get each attribute of the Holy Spirit perfectly aligned and mastered. I know I am not perfect and I am blessed that I can be constantly growing. I love a lot, sometimes too much. It has taken me years to understand the joys of life. I am not always the best at long-suffering or kindness. Goodness! Ha! Sometimes I see more of the devil in me than should be allowed or even possible. My faithfulness often lacks sufficient endurance as well. I do feel I have a great deal of gentleness within me but man…my self-control. Whew! I know my self-control is problematic. Continue reading →
She’s mine. And I don’t know what I would do without her. I leave every morning with her smile upon my mind and when I return she is waiting to give me that same very smile. Lately I’ve been a bit down because life causes me to be stressed. Yet I know that once I wrap my arms around her, everything is better. She never lets me down either. She reminds me of the simple pleasures of life. Walking in the park, sitting beside her on the couch while we watch television, and playing games are her favorite things to do and even when I come home and I am tired, frustrated, or sad I can’t help but want to please her and so I do.
She’s gone. It isn’t fair. At first I didn’t know what I would do without her. Yet I’ve learned that she is still very much with me. I see her everywhere I go. I long for her; my arms empty and my heart aching. Nothing will ever fill that shape that is now a void. But I go on. I carry her still everywhere I go, everything I do. She was my best friend.