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Now we have two women taking notes at the meeting. The first one got on my nerves. She was told to knock it off but didn't. I decided it wasn't my home group and I don't feel like getting into it. Today, there was another one. Taking notes. Referring back to her notes while she was sharing. She told us all about the acronyms for FEAR. Oh God Save Me From Rolling My Eyes - that's not an acronym for fear, but it was my prayer. I think I rolled them anyway. Then the other one asked her to repeat them for her notes. That was when someone intervened and said "No - if you need to ask her something, do so after the meeting."
But honestly, taking notes in meetings? How is that OK?
When we say "Who you see here, what you hear here, when you leave here, let it stay here," That's about anonymity. A meeting is supposed to be a place where you can share honestly without fear of others repeating what you said. I will never forget my old boyfriend Ed confronting me - yelling at me - when I repeated something someone had said in a meeting. I was horrified. I had no idea that was wrong - I thought a meeting was a public place and if you shared it there it was public knowledge. Not so. Now, I don't have any secrets these days, but if I did, I wouldn't share them in a meeting where there were two people taking notes!
I talked with the chair of the meeting after the meeting. I explained to him why it might be a bad idea for someone to take notes during the meeting. He was honestly dumb-founded and told me he would talk to her. I guess he never considered that it is an anonymity issue. Neither did anyone else apparently. Except for me and my buddy Larry. So, hopefully, this nice gentleman will nicely explain to her why she should just leave the notepad at home. Because she cannot be blamed for it - how would she know unless someone talks to her. Thank God it isn't me, because I don't feel like being that patient right now.
So, I head back to the office tomorrow and I am very grateful about that. I worked at home Friday and today. I miss seeing people. Today I did get to go to a meeting where I saw a bunch of people I used to work with. I hugged a woman who made my life a living hell for a number of years. Thank God for the program, I had to pray for her for many years. And today, we can smile and hug each other. I ask about her son in the military and she asks about mine. We never mention those awful years. That, my friends, is evidence of a Living, Loving God in my life.
Who knows what can happen when we truly turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understand him? It is a wonderful adventure to find out!