Work

When I first started as the chaplain living in Utah my wife was still in California. Bored and lonely I would grab my dog on Friday afternoons and head to wyoming. There I would spend time with my dad, mom and brother. I would go to church as a congregant ir as a worship leader (by then my dads copd symptoms had worsened. I was preaching every other Sunday) On Sunday afternoons I would drive back to utah. As I approached Weber canyon I imagined myself a warrior going into battle. I respected work. I accepted the challenge it offered. I saw my role as simple. I was to go in to the battlefield, give all my effort for the week, then on the next Friday return to Wyoming and family. Arizona has similar energy. I respect the work. I accept the challenge. I drop in for two weeks. I give all I have to be successful. To be a good boss. A good employee. After two weeks I return to my family and California.