How did it get to be today already?

Long day.
Over the holiday weekend, my world is reduced to a patch of land about 3 kilometers long and less than a kilometer wide, where a daily average of 50 thousand people visit to have a good time.

21 of the past 48 hours were spent working communications in a construction trailer discreetly planted near the edge of the venue, unmarked, unobtrusive.

Working with a small, well-trained communications crew; helping the helpers is profoundly intense and satisfying.

I’d talk more about it, but after all that dispatching, I’m all talked out.
Knowing our crew is an important, critical piece of the safety net is motivating no matter what we deal with. Bad things do happen, and we can’t predict when or how. We stay vigilent and prepared.
It’s great to be a part of the larger group that does all they can to stop those who would cause harm. Those who help the hurt, unite lost ones, or answer the myraid of questions flooding our channels.

This intense weekend is healthy for me, mentally, socially, spiritually. As we work communications and take care of the caretakers, I’m ever mindful of the presence of the One who takes care of me.

I glance at what is going on in the rest of the world when I come home, a state of emergency in British Columbia (a prayer for a friend near the Kamloops fire, and those displaced). 45 people killed in an explosion in Pakistan. 42 dead in a bomb explosion at a veterns hospital in North Ossetia, the headquarters for the Russian military campaign against Chechen separatists. Hundreds of Liberians killed in fighting as a dictator refuses to step down, thousands more fleeing, frightened, hungry and desperately awaiting the arrival of peace keeping troops.

How blessed we are. Long day, yes, and with dedicated helpers, a safe day for 50 thousand people. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow as I work my next 12 hours, but my responsibility now is to take care of me so I can fulfil my duties in a way that pleases the One I ultimately serve. Good night.

Teach my heart healing words.
Show me the words that help rather than harm.
Instruct me in the verbs that bring energy,
the nouns pointing to the real,
the adjectives describing your subtleties.
Reveal to me how words can be offered
in a way that connects rather than separates,
that develops trust and eschews suspicion,
that opens the heart and relaxes the mind. Amen. - Samuel A. Trumbore

Published 5 years ago