Ten Faith Sisters, a little chat about Engineers, just keep your pants on!

I have ten sisters... no actually, I might have more than that. When you hear that you think, are you blind, you have one.. she is your blood sister your opposite, your best friend... member her... What if He gave you ten more..in the form of a bible study group and said to you... these are your sisters in faith... your sisters in soul and on this journey? Sure, right dude, whatever, you are nuts. No, but seriously, listen. I have ten sisters and I see them every Thursday. All of them are my bible study gal pals I have connected with and really got to know. If any of you know me, like really know me, I struggle with weaknesses like anyone else and when I feel it whatever it is, I feel it like the deflector shield is on the burn sequence, a strong feeling. My sisters gave me a place to belong. When I was growing up I wanted to be everyone else but me. If I was me, that meant I had the right to feel and that with Him I would be loved no matter what. My sisters are ten different strong, beautiful women in whom I sometimes lean on. I have some great friends too who don't believe in religion or any of the kind, and I don't mind. Sisters don't sugarcoat much of anything and there is strength in numbers. Last night, at a Christmas gift exchange, I had such a wonderful time. As we passed out and opened gifts, music in the background, delicious food around (always a plus), I felt at home...truly at home. I feel that way when I walk into church and listen to the worship music or simply sit down in the sanctuary with a sister nearby. Shivering, tired, exhausted, teary eyed, and real, my sisters have seen me at all of these moments...I am working on self growth and I won't hide that or even see it as an attention flag, to hey there's the looney tune. Sometimes you just have to get it out... write it out that is.

I work with engineers, a lot of them. Men and women. Some of the brightest, humorous, sarcastic, odd, quizzical, ridiculous, bunch I've ever been around. Young and old... mean and sharp, nice, logical, loud, fun, and among all these traits: thoughtful and caring... and you won't know it unless you really take the time to get to know them all. Also,  I sit downstairs in a little office with a bunch of Boys...when I say boys well they are the ballistician boys... men rather. I have ripped their heads off with confusing rhetoric when I'm mad or sad at nothing in particular, or the customer, or some guy, and they nod not understanding a single word or pretending to listen or listening and wondering how they ended up with such a 'special one' that can't seem to ... what is it.. shut up, lol. The ballisticians, five guys, completely different in personality, all engineers, and wicked smart. No, not the three Stooges, more like Jimmy Neutron, Bill Nye, Sheldon, Einstein, and Professor Frankenstein in a club. They are awesome. One works more hours than any guy his age would care to work, diligently, sufficiently, and sometimes begrudgingly, depends on the day, has zero problem with telling you are wrong.  One is a family man, a kind hearted, but witty fellow. Another is a bearded, two hand punch, regular ASS, but inside a marshmallow who helps you look for food when you are hungry and offers cookies when the day isn't so good, the kind that will tell you the weirdest, crudest things, but he only speaks the truth. One who you can learn from, joke with, respect, and even shake your head at, all at the same time. And finally, one who could be your dad, won't admit it and refuses to own it, but one whose mannerisms and personality, their semi-outburst of anger or disgust actually make work so much more entertaining! Warning : may receive cone of shame, or spit in my coffee come Monday if they find out what I wrote. In all honesty, (which p.s. women like honesty, no they love honesty, so either come clean and tell the truth, or go away, or was that Ellen's words?) the ballisticians did not ask for a visitor, another cube office addition, but they got one, and I somehow think they don't mind at least not yet, nor do I. Bunch of goonies, the best kind of course ;)