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Friday, October 22, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Gettin' it ready...
The gal at work who exudes 'pizzaz' and has a 'joi de vivre' is moving to Ontario....Deb Weedon.
A few of us are busy planning a "night to remember" in her honor.
Should be a blast.
The thing that bothers me most, other than missing her, is the fact that there is no other person like her anywhere! She gives us encouragement and joy and and a sense of fun......she's a definite one of a kind!
We have a little less than a month left with her but I find it sad. I know I most likely won't see her again after these few weeks...and I wonder what her life will be like in Ontario with her family. I pray that God would go with her....even before her...
People come into and go from my life. I carry around a sense of loss when they leave but I know that's how life is.
She will be missed.....a lot....
A few of us are busy planning a "night to remember" in her honor.
Should be a blast.
L-R - Jack (Nicholson) Frost, Voodoo Mamma WeeDEN, Dr. Hacksaw Atkinson
We have a little less than a month left with her but I find it sad. I know I most likely won't see her again after these few weeks...and I wonder what her life will be like in Ontario with her family. I pray that God would go with her....even before her...
People come into and go from my life. I carry around a sense of loss when they leave but I know that's how life is.
She will be missed.....a lot....
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Practice....
The Worship Team just had practice. It was good. Since I am responsible this week to get this organized, we found that this night would be the best night for practice. The pianist and organist and jambe player all were there practicing with me as I sang through each song for Sunday.
I mention this because, like in any job, it is the teamwork that makes a job function and function well. If there is lack of leadership and/or teamwork, it will go off on some kind of fuzzy tangent where no one knows where they are or what they were called to do. It's like that at my job at work and it is the same with leading a worship service on a Sunday morning. There are differences, of course, but we all need a sense of direction in whatever we undertake.
Teamwork also encourages us in various ways. Our weaknesses are overshadowed by someone else's strengths and visa versa. In a good team, we are allowed to follow through on those strengths and when we have weaknesses, others have enough patience with us to encourage us to do better. THAT'S teamwork!
So, in our practice, we all used our gifts that were given to us and it worked out well. And my teammates had a great deal of patience with me as I sang!!! I shall have some help with that part on Sunday.
Enjoy your night...and sleep well my dears....we have much to be thankful for.
I mention this because, like in any job, it is the teamwork that makes a job function and function well. If there is lack of leadership and/or teamwork, it will go off on some kind of fuzzy tangent where no one knows where they are or what they were called to do. It's like that at my job at work and it is the same with leading a worship service on a Sunday morning. There are differences, of course, but we all need a sense of direction in whatever we undertake.
Teamwork also encourages us in various ways. Our weaknesses are overshadowed by someone else's strengths and visa versa. In a good team, we are allowed to follow through on those strengths and when we have weaknesses, others have enough patience with us to encourage us to do better. THAT'S teamwork!
So, in our practice, we all used our gifts that were given to us and it worked out well. And my teammates had a great deal of patience with me as I sang!!! I shall have some help with that part on Sunday.
Enjoy your night...and sleep well my dears....we have much to be thankful for.
I missed you...
I didn't get posting last night. It was a "meeting" night and things got a bit late.
But I do hope your day went well.
During the course of my day yesterday, I heard stories of illness and sadness and that made me sad too.
Remember that God is in the midst of us and holds us fast and close....He's as near as a whisper.....
Go with God toady....
But I do hope your day went well.
During the course of my day yesterday, I heard stories of illness and sadness and that made me sad too.
Remember that God is in the midst of us and holds us fast and close....He's as near as a whisper.....
Go with God toady....
Monday, October 18, 2010
But...but...butt...
ATTENTION: This blog posting may be sensitive to some audiences and may be viewed as personal, distasteful, or much too imaginative....VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
So, how exactly does one post about something that is totally much too personal but really SHOULD be posted because it the cause of much consternation, pain and suffering for the past many days. It has been a pain the butt for me, but honestly, I just don't know if it's worth posting about it here.
Walking is OK. Sleeping is fine. I don't DO running, so I'm OK there.;-) But take me to my full-time office job where one pulls up ones fine ergonomic chair to do the office chores of the day and well, as I say, it's just a pain in the butt. I like my job, don't get me wrong. I enjoy the typing and the phone calls and the ordering and the hotel reservations and yes, even the monthly financial bank statement...not to mention the hearing out of my friends as they tell me their stories of life.
But all of that these days, even with my lovely ergonomic chair, is, as I have said, a pain in the butt.
How many of you out there have been pregnant....not to change the subject or anything....but I want a show of hands. OK. So those of you with your arms raised, did sitting in a chair become a thing of pain and loathing for you in your last trimester? Did your feet swell up and you became like a bloated, dead cow? And with all that pressure on your "lower parts" with having 15-20 pounds of child plus many extra quarts of unknown liquid, did you ever have excruciating pain after.....shall we say...uhhhh............well, OK males may now stop reading.......................................having a "time of bowel relief" finding huge nodules "down there" where once there were none? Yes? Being pregnant has it's perks....and it also has it's new adventures in anal-ity......(I just made that word up). See where I'm going with this? I haven't had this problem for....let's see....coming up 27 years....and low and behold, I have to take a rolled up towel with me, wheresoever I may take my butt...which really is everywhere, isnt' it!
So, my next question is....if you're still with me through this very unpleasant conversation...how do you sit on a rolled up towel (in a circle like a donut) inconspicuously in a very public office?
YOU DON'T.
You simply roll up your towel, place it on your chair, and ease into it, pushing at the edges front and back...just so....making like your hands are going underneath your legs and you look like some kind of pervert! After others have witnessed this disgusting act, you simply stand up, show them your little donut hole, and let them draw their own conclusion about what is going on in your little corner of the office. You may get a few giggles, a few eyebrows raised, some comments like "too much information"....but it's all OK.
It's all good....a bit humiliating....but good for letting go of ones ego, if nothing else.
Yes, my name is Sharon Kent....and I have hemorrhoids.
We will now return to our regularly scheduled programming.
This pictures just reminded me of....well.....lumps and bumps and such......:-)
So, how exactly does one post about something that is totally much too personal but really SHOULD be posted because it the cause of much consternation, pain and suffering for the past many days. It has been a pain the butt for me, but honestly, I just don't know if it's worth posting about it here.
Walking is OK. Sleeping is fine. I don't DO running, so I'm OK there.;-) But take me to my full-time office job where one pulls up ones fine ergonomic chair to do the office chores of the day and well, as I say, it's just a pain in the butt. I like my job, don't get me wrong. I enjoy the typing and the phone calls and the ordering and the hotel reservations and yes, even the monthly financial bank statement...not to mention the hearing out of my friends as they tell me their stories of life.
But all of that these days, even with my lovely ergonomic chair, is, as I have said, a pain in the butt.
How many of you out there have been pregnant....not to change the subject or anything....but I want a show of hands. OK. So those of you with your arms raised, did sitting in a chair become a thing of pain and loathing for you in your last trimester? Did your feet swell up and you became like a bloated, dead cow? And with all that pressure on your "lower parts" with having 15-20 pounds of child plus many extra quarts of unknown liquid, did you ever have excruciating pain after.....shall we say...uhhhh............well, OK males may now stop reading.......................................having a "time of bowel relief" finding huge nodules "down there" where once there were none? Yes? Being pregnant has it's perks....and it also has it's new adventures in anal-ity......(I just made that word up). See where I'm going with this? I haven't had this problem for....let's see....coming up 27 years....and low and behold, I have to take a rolled up towel with me, wheresoever I may take my butt...which really is everywhere, isnt' it!
So, my next question is....if you're still with me through this very unpleasant conversation...how do you sit on a rolled up towel (in a circle like a donut) inconspicuously in a very public office?
YOU DON'T.
You simply roll up your towel, place it on your chair, and ease into it, pushing at the edges front and back...just so....making like your hands are going underneath your legs and you look like some kind of pervert! After others have witnessed this disgusting act, you simply stand up, show them your little donut hole, and let them draw their own conclusion about what is going on in your little corner of the office. You may get a few giggles, a few eyebrows raised, some comments like "too much information"....but it's all OK.
It's all good....a bit humiliating....but good for letting go of ones ego, if nothing else.
Yes, my name is Sharon Kent....and I have hemorrhoids.
We will now return to our regularly scheduled programming.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Please, please, please...
That was the jest of the sermon this morning by Pastor Seth. Jesus was talking what the kingdom of God was like as recorded by Luke chapter 17. He compared it to a widow who, if she didn't plead with a judge, would have absolutely nothing to live on. She knew she had to bug this big shot guy if she was to live much longer. The judge, the Bible says, didn't really care much about God or others. But this old lady was at his door day and night, bugging the heck out of him, for him to do something about her plight. Well, because she kept coming back and stating her case, the judge looked favorably on her and helped her out (probably just to get rid of her!!!). So too, when we find ourselves in desperate times, wanting God to act quickly and decisively, we come and ask....mercilessly, unashamedly, persistently. We ask him for ourselves, for others...whatever the crisis of the day/month/year may be. Jesus said we are to be like that widow, faithful in our asking, persistent and hopeful. He said that when he returns (whenever that will be) God wants to find us in that mode.....of hopeful persistence.......of prayer (which basically means talking to God about whatever is bugging us).
I thought it was a pretty good message and a great reminder to not give up hope. I tend to do that sometimes when something to me seems overwhelming...too much for me to handle. I clam up and sit there like a bump on a log instead of getting into that place where I am desperate to see an answer, to see something change and to trust God to see that it gets done...by pleading my case to him!
How many times have I not had a prayer answered because I wasn't like that little widow lady. She had nothing to lose and everything to gain and she stood up and faced that judge like she was David facing Goliath! Ya' just do what ya' gotta' do!!!
Guess that was the message in a nut shell. Hope you enjoyed it.:-)
And now, since you have sat so well through this mini-sermon here are some pretty pictures....
I thought it was a pretty good message and a great reminder to not give up hope. I tend to do that sometimes when something to me seems overwhelming...too much for me to handle. I clam up and sit there like a bump on a log instead of getting into that place where I am desperate to see an answer, to see something change and to trust God to see that it gets done...by pleading my case to him!
How many times have I not had a prayer answered because I wasn't like that little widow lady. She had nothing to lose and everything to gain and she stood up and faced that judge like she was David facing Goliath! Ya' just do what ya' gotta' do!!!
Guess that was the message in a nut shell. Hope you enjoyed it.:-)
And now, since you have sat so well through this mini-sermon here are some pretty pictures....
Old man river....
Ms. Moore
Ms. Mum
Guess that's enough beauty for one night!
Saturday, October 16, 2010
A hand shake, and all is well....
At work on Thursday last, I witnessed the signing of an agreement. It was a big deal. Six agencies plus two First Nations groups all agreed to divy up the Prince Albert Forest Management area, (since Weyerhaeuser has now ditched the scene...pretty much)....and shook hands on it. Shaking hands on something once meant being true to your word without anything being signed. It meant two people trusted one another to see that what they were shaking hands on, would indeed, come into being. I trust this day and age, it also will have that high standard of integrity.
This is what I witnessed.
Big wigs. Big deals. Big plans. I'm trusting for the sake of the environment here in Saskatchewan that all parties will work towards a trustworthy relationship.
It's unfortunate Andrea Atkinson wasn't here to witness this happening. She has spent many, many, many long days, weeks, months....yes, years...working in the background to see this plan come into being. A great deal of hard work and determination was applied and she deserves much of the credit. Congratulations Andrea!!!
This is what I witnessed.
Forest Centre foyer.
Agency Chiefs Tribal Council and Montreal Lake First Nations chiefs.
Environment Minister Duncan...ya, he's young alright!!!
Minister Duncan (Environment), Dave Knight (TOLKO Industries)
and Minister Boyd (Energy and Resources)
The whole gang of participants.
Our own Bob Wynes represented the Forest Service (centre - striped tie).
It's unfortunate Andrea Atkinson wasn't here to witness this happening. She has spent many, many, many long days, weeks, months....yes, years...working in the background to see this plan come into being. A great deal of hard work and determination was applied and she deserves much of the credit. Congratulations Andrea!!!
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