"Isn't Doing Well"

Dear Zac,

A year ago tomorrow, it was a sunny Sunday morning, kind of like today.  I remember I didn't feel well so I didn't go to church that morning, kind of like today.  My phone kept ringing and I didn't want to answer it for some reason.  Around the 4th or 5th time, I decided to pick up.  It was Ian.  He said I needed to call my mom, it was something about you being in the hospital and you weren't doing well.

The one phone call you never want is the one where the words "isn't doing well" are used.

I call mom and she says I need to come to the hospital.  I sprung out of bed so fast, though a hat and some cloths on and was out the door in about 48.9 seconds. 

The drive in took forever.  I didn't fully know what was wrong.  I kept thinking, what does "isn't doing well" mean in this case.  Are you sick, were you in an accident?  I didn't want to think of that last final case.  I didn't want my thoughts to become reality.

When I got to the, I find your room.  Mom, Richard, Elizabeth, Aaron, Grandma and Grandpa are all there........  It was that last final case that I didn't want to think nor do I still want to think was true.

The last time I saw you was in March.  Mom brought you by my office to say hi while you  guys waited to get a bed at the nearby shelter.  I was so happy to see you.  I wanted to show off my office to you and make my big brother proud of his little sister, because I don't know if you knew this or not but I looked up to you and Aaron.  I know my following you around when we were younger, you probably thought was annoying, but I just thought you guys were the coolest things ever. 

Tears immediately hit my eyes when I went into your room and saw you laying in the hospital bed.  I sat down along with Aaron, your dad and Elizabeth.  Your dad kept placing his hand on the bed which made the sheet move by your chest, and with every movement I thought, "the doctors are wrong, he is just asleep", but reality couldn't escape me for long.  I had to come to grips with the fact that I was no longer going to have those late night deep talks, feel you big bear hugs, see you crack up an entire room of people with one joke, or hear your thunderous belly laugh ever again. 

I know you are in a better place filled with joy and happiness.  I miss and love you tons.

Your little sister,
Bekah

DON’T PLAY DUMB

Just because I am the type of person who likes to get a job done doesn’t mean you should sit on your butt and not do your own job for pete’s sake.

I have no problem helping people when they are in need but when I am asking them about something they did and I had no part in, they want ME to fix it?!?  Are you crazy!  This is one of the most manipulative things anyone can ever do.  I bet they think they are smart by thinking “if I play dumb, they will do it”, and in all actuality, they are really just screwing themselves over.  Having a job and going to work isn’t always fun or easy.  You may love or hate what you do.  My job is ok and I think I do a pretty good job at it.  The days I love my job the most are when I am faced with challenging tasks and overcome them like it was nothing.

Point being, if it is your responsibility, take ownership and do it yourself.  After you have tried and if you still can’t do it, then ask me for help.  Don’t just dump your work that you don’t want to do on me; because who knows, with the less you do and the more I do, I just might take your job one day.

Best Wishes,

Bekah

First Timer

I have always wanted to give this a try.... So here I go.

Never having done this before, I'm sure my first few attempts may be rough, but don't judge, I am a fast learner and will get the hang of it.

Today:

There are never enough hours in the day. 

5:00 AM - Alarm goes off - Snooze

5:10 AM - Alarm goes off - Snooze

Repeat until 5:40AM - Get up - Get ready for the day

7:00 - Feed dogs, Juice (carrots, celery and Granny Smith apples), make lunch for myself and Ian, play with dogs, put dogs in laundry room, out the door by 7:37AM.

7:55AM - Arrive at work.

8AM to 5PM - blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah ........

5:15PM - Home!!!!!

I love going home after work.  It is one of my favorite parts of the day. I let my puppies out of the laundry room and am attached with kisses.  The unconditional love you receive from a dog is truly something to cherish every day. 

Now it is time to put away the groceries from the previous nights shopping and clean the kitchen!  You can fill in your own details if you would like.

While Ian is at worship team practice I will attempt to make his favorite Dinner, Flaming Alaska!  Just kidding, Thursdays are my night off.  I call it Bekah Day.  I try to accomplish a task that I really don’t want to followed by a reward of some sort.  I think it might be a pedicure tonight.  Any color suggestions?

The all time best part of the day is when Ian comes home, he will give me a hug and a kiss, sit down to relax, maybe watch Bones.  After that, he will tucks me and then read James 4.  Every night he reads a chapter in James, prays for our family and then we talk about our days and drift off to sleep.

TBC......