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Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Thanks for prayers....

Thanks for prayers – am slowly improving. At least my voice is pretty much back now – when I could speak, it was definitely husky and at any other time might have been described as sexy…..

Anyway, just thought I’d say that forced bed-rest has given me some extra prayer-time, and if you happen to read this, then check out Neil Cooper’s blog (link on the right) – he really is in need of concerted prayer right now

Also, I am hopeful to be recovered enough to make it to church on Sunday, but have to do a taxi-run to get John to Stansted for a flight out to Oslo in the morning, so might just make it for the evening service. See you then

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

POM POM's and Sparrows.....

It’s a classic case of the POM POM’s – you know “Poor Old Me, Poor Old Me….”

I’ve had to take some time off work, as I have a filthy cold. I have a sneaky suspicion it’s connected to the ‘flu jab I had a week previous, but I’m told that this is not possible…. Needless to say, as a woman of prayer, I have all the medication I can possibly take by my side close to hand (!), and wish I’d taken out Shares in Lem-Sip years ago!

Apart from trying very hard to stay vertical, my main concern is that I have had to cancel seeing clients. I obviously don’t want to go spreading germs around, and besides which, every 2nd sentence is a coughing bout, so I need to keep my mouth shut. Now, if I was a practising psychotherapist, this might be ok – they’re the ones with the couches, who sit behind you, make no eye contact at all, and spend the whole hour just thinking about what you might not be saying…..(!)

But as a Counsellor, my work involves making lots of eye contact, and building up a strong relationship, to a point where a client feels safe enough to be able to talk things through with me a very deep level. It’s intense one-on-one work, and not easy to do when your head is exploding….

But there are deeper implications. First of all, it’s handling the guilt I feel in letting people down. I know I did not invite the cold – far from it – but I still feel that it’s my fault that I can’t be seeing people for the next few days. They do develop a level of dependence, which can be helpful as long as it’s structured ethically. Some people also let their imaginations run riot, thinking that I’ve done this on purpose, and that I’m punishing them for some imagined slight, or something they’ve said. To someone who does not have any problems, this may sound strange, but when you are confused, anything is believable.

The other thing, though, is that I have to consciously make sure that I take care of myself. If I can’t, then I’m of no use with clients. It’s a case of being something of a role model, which allows the client to believe that each of us matters enough to take care of. Many of them come with their self-worth in tatters, having grown up with people verbally abusing them, or far worse, devaluing them into nothing. And part of my role is to realistically affirm that they do matter very much indeed. Also that it’s OK to be human, which sometimes means that we are ill, and that we need to take time out for us.

I know, too, that this is “only” a cold. It would be really easy to say to myself “Pat, pull yourself together, and just get on with it – there are people out there who feel far worse than you do….”. This is where value judgements come in, and we have to look at the bigger picture – THIS cold is debilitating enough for me not to be able to meet people and be there for their needs, because my nose, sore throat and coughing would interrupt what they need to say. It also “models” for clients that what they might experience is not to be equally quickly dismissed as of no value – this is called Avoidance and Denial, and many of them are long-practised in it.

Scripture reminds us that not even a sparrow falls without Father God being aware of it, and what may be insignificant in our eyes is highly significant to Him. Much of what we think is based not on a realistic appraisal of ourselves, but on a false fear of what others will think. The only opinion that truly matters is what Father God thinks of us, and He proves over and over that He cares about us truly and deeply.

Pat’s Thought for the Day;
“His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me”

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

On Being Accused...

Yesterday was a pretty awful day.

Had a really difficult time in my Supervision group at work, where I was accused of an attitude that was actually not true. It was done in public, with little time for a considered or formulated response on my part. The accusation was made by a lady who had given it a week’s careful thought after something I had mentioned the previous week…

To cut a long story short, I felt completely floored as to how best to answer her, and she pointed out that I should “reflect on the implications of the possibility of this attitude…” My Supervisor, bless her, tried to be very impartial, but said that she considered that I was not guilty of any such accusation. Then all eyes were on me for my response. I simply said, “I do not consider that I displayed such an attitude. I will reflect on your comment”, and promptly shut up. It’s hard to stay completely silent for an hour when people are trying to involve you in discussion, but I was experiencing a lot of raw emotions.

It would be brilliant to tell you that I have spent the intervening day in prayer, and sorted out my feelings

The truth?…

The truth is it left me devastated, unjustly accused, wanting to hit out at her, and just plain pout. There were many tears last night, and then we went out to our Small Groups Meeting, where we studied the persecution of the Early Church, which resulted in them being scattered! I guess I did not really want to hear about the “benefits” of suffering!

Pat’s Thought for the Day
At one point in all my sulking, my experience yesterday made me think of how unjustly Christ was accused, how public it was, and how that accusation ended in His death. And He uttered not a word in His defence, nor did he take or even think any vengeance against His accusers. Such love….

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Busyness...

Busy week right now – one of the busiest this side of Christmas. I happen to be out every night Monday to Friday, and three of these nights are planning meetings. Some of them involve looking at pretty short–term stuff, others potentially much further away in time.

I wasn’t sure how I was physically going to get through this week, as my daytime scheduling was looking pretty crammed as well.

Then it dawned on me, that I was actually highly privileged to be so involved in a variety of groups within the church, where I could have some specific input. I believe God has some amazing things for our church to be involved in – not least the Moulsham Street Lighting-Up Ceremony and fun in the church afterwards, this coming Saturday. It’s always been something great to be involved in, and we have been as a family ever since we moved here in 1977 – and it was running for many years before that. It has naturally grown amazingly in the last few years, and each year we welcome hundreds of folk through the doors who might otherwise not have come. It’s also a time for people to really get involved and meet other church folk as they do practical preparations – from tying strings on 1200 balloons, to chair-moving, to face painting, to singing, to leafleting, to cups-of-tea-making, to sharing their faith.

It’s always a busy day, but great fun.

And as I was beginning to wonder if my stamina would make it to Sunday, God changed my diary towards the end of the week, and I now have some more hours than I originally thought – so feel that His hand is on these details too.

Pat’s Thought for the Day;
I often hear people say “I’m taking one day at a time”. But in times of great busyness, sometimes I feel as if it’s an hour at a time, and I try to cram far too much in, often unrealistically. But God is gracious, and when I need Him to, He often has a way of changing things around, brining people alongside to help, and making a day stretch as far as I need.. His concept of time is so far above us, yet He steps into the maelstrom of our lives, with a Touch of Eternity, and somehow things work out. This is not to be abused or presumed on, though – God did ordain rest on a regular basis, and we need to be responsible in that, too

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

News on Andy....

Quick update – Chris went up to visit Andy in Huddersfield overnight Monday this week – thanks to Darren, who was going up to Halifax on business, and offered him a lift – and all is well.

Next weekend he travels over to Birmingham, as he has been entered into a Jui Jitsu Tournament – the mind boggles! He’s been entered into the Beginner’s class, but as he only started the sport 7 weeks ago from scratch, it’s not bad! He was happily showing Chris some of the moves, who was most impressed.

We’ll let you know how he does.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Life is not a destination...

Today's devotional from Max Lucado

"No one knows when that day or time will be, not the angels in
heaven, not even the Son. Only the Father knows."
- Matthew 24:36 -

His message is unmistakable: He will return, but no one knows when. So, be ready.

I was reminded of this not long ago when I boarded a plane. I walked down the aisle, found my seat, and sat down next to a strange sight.

The man seated next to me was in a robe and slippers. He was dressed for the living room, not for a journey. His seat was odd, too. Whereas my seat was the cloth type you normally see, his was fine leather.

"Imported," he said, when he noticed I was looking. "Bought it in Argentina and put it on myself."

That was only the beginning. His fold-down table was of mahogany. There was a portable TV installed next to the window. A tiny ceiling fan and globed light hung above us. I had never seen anything like it.

My question was the obvious one, "Why did you spend so much time and expense on an airline seat?"

"I live here," he explained. "I make my home on the plane."

Incredible. The man made a home out of a mode of transportation. He made a residence out of a journey. Hard to believe? You think I"m stretching the truth? Well, maybe I haven"t seen such foolishness in a plane, but I have in life. And so have you.

You"ve seen people treat this world like it was a permanent home. It"s not. You"ve seen people pour time and energy into life like it will last forever. It won"t. You"ve seen people so proud of what they have done, that they hope they will never have to leave - they will.

We all will. We are in transit. Someday the plane will stop and the deboarding will begin. Wise are those who are ready when the pilot says to get off.

I don"t know much, but I do know how to travel. Carry little. Eat light. Take a nap. And get off when you reach the city.

From "And the Angels Were Silent"
Copyright 1992, Max Lucado