Submitted by Andrea Plotner

One dynamic I’ve noticed as a volunteer is a subtle expectation that, unless I’ve devoted exhausting amounts of time and energy to a task, I haven’t done my duty. This isn’t true, of course, but it seems to play itself out time and again, even within PWOC. I’m here to propose a different ministry paradigm and that is Work Smarter not Harder. This does several things. It allows me to continually prioritize my faith and my family; affirms others as I recognize their gifts and ask for their help; and prevents burnout. I also feel more able to see others and serve from the heart.

Work Smarter not Harder sounds obvious, of course, but what does it look like in the PWOC context? Well, I’d like to give a few examples from my previous year as President here at Ft. Irwin:

• Delegation: Find a big job and break it down into as many small parts as possible, and ask people fitted to those jobs to pick up a small piece. No stress for anyone.

• Meals: For new moms or those with illnesses, etc., I often simply deliver a dozen bagels and a tub of cream cheese, a batch of cooked brown rice, or a basket of organic apples.

• Partnering: Whenever possible, I ask at least one other person to help with a task. This provides fellowship and makes me feel I have a safety net. “Two are better than one.”

• Decorations: My favorite decoration is a roll of wrapping paper and a bag of tea lights from Dollar Tree. Wrapping paper covers long tables perfectly, and can be suited to the décor.

• Food: Fresh fruit or vegetables make the perfect healthy, no-cook option when it’s my turn to bring snack. Grapes and cheese slices are lovely and tasty, as are carrots and hummus dip.

• Get-togethers: As I was discussing recently with my dear friend Dawn Galloway, most women simply want to connect, and inviting your small group to your home is a perfect way to make that happen. Simply ask everyone to bring a dish, and you provide the drinks and dishes. Just tidy up a bit and don’t worry too much about your floors: mine are always dirty again anyway after all the moms & kids have been romping around.  The beauty of this set-up is that someone else usually volunteers to host the next get-together, without being asked.

• Teaching Bible studies: Although it’s essential to be well-prepared, remember that with one well-placed question, the conversation often leads itself and women enjoy self-discovery.

• Friends: When possible, I meet friends for a walk or a run, rather than a cup of coffee (or a walk and run and THEN a cup of coffee ). This way I get fitness, friendship, and a healthy way to de-stress.

Hopefully these few simple ideas help illustrate simplicity in ministry and help you Work Smarter not Harder.

“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving.” Colossians 3:23-24.

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Another Road Trip

To this day I still don’t fully understand why God allowed me to have a miscarriage. I might not ever know all the reasons, but I do know that it has given me a connection to women that I wouldn’t have had otherwise. Even though I don’t have children, at least I know what it was like to be pregnant. I can relate to those who have endured the same loss and they can relate to me.

In the days following the D & C I shoved down my grief and told the friend who had been with me through the ordeal not to tell anyone. I couldn’t bear hearing ridiculous comments and questions that would have drained my energy further. Holding in the truth seemed to contain and control the magnitude of my loss. However, my heart and soul weren’t fooled. The grief was sure to rise up later.

Shortly after Steve returned to school at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas, my lethargy increased. I didn’t feel like cooking and I wasn’t eating enough. Caring for myself became a chore. What would I do this time? Where could I go? I couldn’t expect friends to take care of me. It was time for another road trip to join my husband.

To reach my destination I ended up hitching a ride from my ever-present friend. She happened to be from Kansas and she and her husband were planning a trip at the time. Do you think God had something to do with that? You bet. He showed up to provide exactly what I needed as He had before.

I packed a suitcase, gathered up Bridgette’s doggy supplies, and we headed to Kansas. Bridgette, as you might recall from a previous entry, was our sweet little beagle who seemed more like a family member than a canine. She was a special companion through my losses and trials.

We endured our trip to Fort Leavenworth and our friends dropped us off at Steve’s hotel room across from post. Bridgette and I got settled and Steve went grocery shopping to fill the small refrigerator in his room. Every day after that I took Bridgette for a walk; it was our favorite thing to do.

I remember doing laundry in a building on post and we had to drag duffle bags up the stairs to the washer and dryer. Needless to say, I sat outside on a bench drinking juice while Steve hauled the bags up and down the stairs. Then I would drag myself up the stairs to deal with the clean clothes and help re-stuff the duffles. An elevator would have been helpful.

When classes ended a couple weeks later we headed home to Clarksville. Steve dropped me off on his way back to Fort Jackson for the final phase of school. That’s entirely too much driving — east to west to east and back. At least he was reimbursed for mileage.

I managed to get through the next two weeks but it was time to pay a visit to my favorite rheumatologist – the one I had to drive two hours to see who spent more time in the hallway with his nurses than he did with me in the examining room. I couldn’t wait to find out what amazing answers he had for me next.

THE JOURNEY CONTINUES:

Keep posted. We’re entering a new phase of the journey. It only gets harder from here, but God knows exactly what He’s doing.

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Life Happens – Jesus Answers is a weekly column addressing the challenges we face in life, coupled with the presence and grace of Jesus, our One True Source of hope and peace. The column’s author, Laura Firtko, can be reached by email here: LifeHappens@pwoc.org

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A Warm Embrace

Shortly after my brief phone call with Steve two nurses arrived to anesthetize me. The friends who had faithfully stayed by my side all day were ravenous so they departed for dinner. Once they left the nurses told me to count backward from ten as they wheeled me into the operating room. In a matter of seconds I was out. It was approximately 5 p.m.

Around 6:30 p.m. I awoke trembling from shock; but the warm blankets wrapped snugly around my body felt like God’s loving embrace holding me fast. Ironically, a newborn is wrapped in a blanket before being handed to his mother. I would never know the joy of holding a newborn in my arms, but I did know the comfort of a loving Father holding me in His.

I glanced to my right and there was my friend again seated in a chair against the wall. She and the nurse had been chatting while they waited for me to wake up. It was good to see a familiar face. She followed as I was taken to my own room to spend the night. We talked for a while and she stayed until Steve arrived around 9 p.m.

With pizza in hand Steve bent down to kiss me and told me he was sorry this happened. Remarkably, I didn’t sob at that point. I was so glad to see him and I was too hungry to cry. Even though I was advised not to eat I did anyway and managed to avoid a rendezvous with the bathroom.

Once Steve was finished eating he took a moment to call my mom and asked her if she was sitting down. He told both she and my sister at the same time that I had a miscarriage and had come through surgery fine. They were stunned of course.

As I looked back on those events, I wondered why I didn’t attempt to contact Steve or my mother at some point during the day. But under those conditions, walking around in a fog, I just didn’t have the presence of mind to do it. Plus, in the process of being ushered all over the hospital I never gave it a thought. I guess I wanted to talk to Steve before talking to anyone else, but he had been in classes all day, and by the time he called I was almost ready for surgery. So that was that. Second guessing myself is useless. It’s over and done.

As Steve and I visited I began to feel a splintering pain in my abdomen that gradually intensified along with tachycardia – my heart rate soared to 130 bpm. A nurse came in, took my vitals, put an oxygen mask on me, and assessed the problem. As it turns out, all I needed was Gas-X! During any kind of internal surgery air can accumulate and get trapped. I felt like Violet Beauregarde — the girl who chewed a forbidden piece of gum in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and blew up into a blueberry-like ball.

Again, I was quick to note God’s sovereignty and provision. If this alarming event had occurred at home I probably would have panicked and made a beeline for the ER. Unfortunately, something happened the next night that forced me to do just that.

THE JOURNEY CONTINUES so stay connected:

Along life’s highway we all encounter grief, heartache and challenges of various kinds in varying degrees. All of it has a higher, larger purpose than we might ever know. Nothing is lost on God, especially since He ordains these events to fulfill His purposes and plans for our lives. These events massage our hearts and souls into a pliable condition that causes us to surrender to His Lordship. It’s called transformation. We like to fight the process because it’s painful. But fighting is futile. We must submit to God and find rest for our souls.

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Life Happens – Jesus Answers is a weekly column addressing the challenges we face in life, coupled with the presence and grace of Jesus, our One True Source of hope and peace. The column’s author, Laura Firtko, can be reached by email here: LifeHappens@pwoc.org

Melinda Hemphill, PWOCI 3VP CommunicationsIn twenty-one years of being married to a soldier, I have been blessed with many great experiences on military bases in the U.S., in Europe and in Asia.  One of those great experiences is that I have known some of the best people in the world and have called them friends. Another blessing, which is connected to the first, is the chapel ministry that we know and love, PWOC. When the call comes to move to another installation, we often feel that a division has taken place.  There are emotions that occur, and they are normal.  They are! They happen! I’d like to propose that changes like moving or expanding or any change in direction is not a division, but instead, a multiplication of sorts. This means that while a new board is selected for the Pacific Region during the conference, a new regional board will be selected for Asia Region simultaneously.  Please be in prayer for these ladies who will hear the call of God on their lives and step forward to lead two strategic regions in God’s greater work for His Kingdom.  Think about how twice the number of regional leaders, chaplains and funds can be used in the fulfillment of PWOC’s Aims!    Multiplication for Jesus, not division!

In the fall of 2009, the Pacific Region (Hawaii, Guam, Japan, Korea) will “multiply,” and a new region will be birthed at the regional conference in Hawaii.  The new Asia Region will consist of Japan and Korea, while Guam and Hawaii will remain in the Pacific Region.

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