The other day, on the way to work, I was listening to a CD and the song "I Don't Like Mondays" came on. Of course, being in the middle of Saturday evening, Labor Day weekend traffic, I changed the words to......wait for it......"I Don't Like Labor Day" and sang it at the top of my lungs out my open windows. It was very freeing.
Not that I don't love a good holiday but when you have to work one, it sorta takes all the fun out of it. And when you work in a 911 center and it's the last blast of the summer...well, you get the idea. Lots and lots of people in a small space, trapped between two bodies of water makes for an interesting weekend, to say the least.
I hope you have a wonderful and safe Labor Day weekend.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
I hate answering the phone.
I work in a 911 center. I have to be on the phone. I get paid to be on the phone. I'm hooked to a phone for 12 straight hours. When I come home, I completely refuse to be on the phone. Now, I do end up on the phone sometimes with family or friends and lose track of time but when the phone rings, I check the caller I.D. first. Rarely do I answer the phone....that's what an answering machine is for. But I always answer when certain people call and my dad is one of them.
He's so cute. We usually talk at least twice a week. If I don't call him, he calls me. We don't usually talk for long - just check on each other, talk about the weather (rain and storms) and such. Well, he called last night. Only this time it wasn't such good news. My nephew is being deployed for the third time, probably to Afghanistan again. He's been twice, you'd think that was enough. I guess not.
I've been trying since last night to figure out how I feel about this. I mean, I know I'm down about it, but I'm sort of numb. I didn't get upset last night, even though I kept expecting to. I'm worried. I'm pissed. I'm.....I don't know....vacant. I don't want to talk to anybody it. I don't want to 'share' my feelings or get empty sympathy. I want him to be able to stay home with his wife and two beautiful boys longer than a year at a time. I don't want to go to bed every night praying that he'll live through one more deployment. Praying his marriage and his mind can survive one more year in the desert.
I am so proud of my nephew and his wife. They proudly serve their country, willing to give the ultimate. I believe in what we are doing in Iraq and Afghanistan. Freedom isn't free. The blood of our soldiers pays for my freedom. They are the true heros and I hope they are forever blessed. I just wish the cost wasn't so high. I wish all of our nephews, brothers, fathers and their female counterparts could be home and safe. God bless and keep our servicemen and women. May He hold them in the palm of His hand.
I was listening to Queen's "The Show Must Go On" on the way into work today. Listened to it twice, in fact. It was really hitting a chord today. "Inside my heart is breaking. My makeup may be flaking, but my smile stays on." That's me today. The show must go on.
He's so cute. We usually talk at least twice a week. If I don't call him, he calls me. We don't usually talk for long - just check on each other, talk about the weather (rain and storms) and such. Well, he called last night. Only this time it wasn't such good news. My nephew is being deployed for the third time, probably to Afghanistan again. He's been twice, you'd think that was enough. I guess not.
I've been trying since last night to figure out how I feel about this. I mean, I know I'm down about it, but I'm sort of numb. I didn't get upset last night, even though I kept expecting to. I'm worried. I'm pissed. I'm.....I don't know....vacant. I don't want to talk to anybody it. I don't want to 'share' my feelings or get empty sympathy. I want him to be able to stay home with his wife and two beautiful boys longer than a year at a time. I don't want to go to bed every night praying that he'll live through one more deployment. Praying his marriage and his mind can survive one more year in the desert.
I am so proud of my nephew and his wife. They proudly serve their country, willing to give the ultimate. I believe in what we are doing in Iraq and Afghanistan. Freedom isn't free. The blood of our soldiers pays for my freedom. They are the true heros and I hope they are forever blessed. I just wish the cost wasn't so high. I wish all of our nephews, brothers, fathers and their female counterparts could be home and safe. God bless and keep our servicemen and women. May He hold them in the palm of His hand.
I was listening to Queen's "The Show Must Go On" on the way into work today. Listened to it twice, in fact. It was really hitting a chord today. "Inside my heart is breaking. My makeup may be flaking, but my smile stays on." That's me today. The show must go on.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Finding a Church
I decided a couple of weeks ago it was time to find a church. The whole time I lived in the mountains (eight years), I never found a church to go to. I prefer my family church back home and whenever I was visiting the parentals, I went there. I love my home church and don't care if it's very traditional as far as the music and stuff. I still love it. But if I plan to stay here (which I do) I need to put down a few roots. Part of that involves having a church family. I didn't do that in the mountains, because somehow I always knew I wouldn't be staying.
But anyway, I decided it was time to start the search for a new church a little closer to home, my new home. So I looked in the phonebook and checked the internet. Kept my eyes open to and from work. I had been to a local church several years ago when down here on vacation and decided I'd start my search there. Makes sense; start with what you know. But then Sunday rolled around and I changed my mind - decided to try somewhere completely new.
Being raised in a traditional church, I was of course worried about what to wear. Shouldn't have been. NHC is totally a 'come as you are' type of church, flip-flops are completely welcomed. My kind of place since I live in flip-flops these days. The music was contempary Christian, which isn't exactly my cup of tea yet, but the message was good. Very good. I told my folks I'd keep looking but I might go back again.
Then this past weekend I had a friend from home visiting. We were sitting on the beach, talkin' God and I mentioned going to NHC. She laughed and said she had checked out their website, thinking about going while down here. Then she said, "So you want to go Sunday?" We discussed and decided to hit the early service and then head to the beach.
Sunday morning rolled around. Boy was I tired. I could have definitely stayed in bed another hour. But houseguests and church had me up and out the door. Thankfully, NHC also has a wonderful coffee bar - certainly a blessing for us non-morning people. But then another surprise: a church member (the youth leader) from our home church was there. What a wonderful coincidence. Overall, we had a great time, of course. And I realized: God's been leading me to this church. Too many coincidences. Too many things just falling into place. The message was there and I can get used to the music (in fact, it's starting to grow on me).
So I've found my church. I'm so looking forward to being a part of this church. The people seem very nice and I really like what there saying and doing in the community. I'll keep you updated.
And another thing:
God just loves freakin' me out. This morning while getting ready I was thinking about how we need to take care of the earth. I figure God wants us to take care of our bodies (temples) and the earth should be right behind that. We consider ourselves God's greatest creation but shouldn't this beautiful world He set us in be at least second. I mean, He went to all this trouble, shouldn't we at least be polite and not screw it up. Would you do that to a friend you're visiting? Just go in their house and trash it? But it's okay if we do it with God's home for us? We're so stupid........
But anyway, back to the being freaked out. So here I have this verse about bodies being temples on the brain and I can't remember Chapter & Verse if you paid me....low and behold, I check my Bible reading site and there it is, the verse of the day.
“Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body.”- 1 Corinthians 6:19-20
Like I said, God loves freakin' me out. If it was an Olympic sport, God gets Gold!
Loving the life He's leading,
KDH Catt
Update March 2009:
I am now a member of NHC...very happily so. I'm excited to go every week, a member of a connection group and a new member of the First Impressions Team. I have also realized the Lord has been leading me to this location (OBX) for a long time now. KDH Catt
But anyway, I decided it was time to start the search for a new church a little closer to home, my new home. So I looked in the phonebook and checked the internet. Kept my eyes open to and from work. I had been to a local church several years ago when down here on vacation and decided I'd start my search there. Makes sense; start with what you know. But then Sunday rolled around and I changed my mind - decided to try somewhere completely new.
Being raised in a traditional church, I was of course worried about what to wear. Shouldn't have been. NHC is totally a 'come as you are' type of church, flip-flops are completely welcomed. My kind of place since I live in flip-flops these days. The music was contempary Christian, which isn't exactly my cup of tea yet, but the message was good. Very good. I told my folks I'd keep looking but I might go back again.
Then this past weekend I had a friend from home visiting. We were sitting on the beach, talkin' God and I mentioned going to NHC. She laughed and said she had checked out their website, thinking about going while down here. Then she said, "So you want to go Sunday?" We discussed and decided to hit the early service and then head to the beach.
Sunday morning rolled around. Boy was I tired. I could have definitely stayed in bed another hour. But houseguests and church had me up and out the door. Thankfully, NHC also has a wonderful coffee bar - certainly a blessing for us non-morning people. But then another surprise: a church member (the youth leader) from our home church was there. What a wonderful coincidence. Overall, we had a great time, of course. And I realized: God's been leading me to this church. Too many coincidences. Too many things just falling into place. The message was there and I can get used to the music (in fact, it's starting to grow on me).
So I've found my church. I'm so looking forward to being a part of this church. The people seem very nice and I really like what there saying and doing in the community. I'll keep you updated.
And another thing:
God just loves freakin' me out. This morning while getting ready I was thinking about how we need to take care of the earth. I figure God wants us to take care of our bodies (temples) and the earth should be right behind that. We consider ourselves God's greatest creation but shouldn't this beautiful world He set us in be at least second. I mean, He went to all this trouble, shouldn't we at least be polite and not screw it up. Would you do that to a friend you're visiting? Just go in their house and trash it? But it's okay if we do it with God's home for us? We're so stupid........
But anyway, back to the being freaked out. So here I have this verse about bodies being temples on the brain and I can't remember Chapter & Verse if you paid me....low and behold, I check my Bible reading site and there it is, the verse of the day.
“Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body.”- 1 Corinthians 6:19-20
Like I said, God loves freakin' me out. If it was an Olympic sport, God gets Gold!
Loving the life He's leading,
KDH Catt
Update March 2009:
I am now a member of NHC...very happily so. I'm excited to go every week, a member of a connection group and a new member of the First Impressions Team. I have also realized the Lord has been leading me to this location (OBX) for a long time now. KDH Catt
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