by Maya Angelou
A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ
that a man should have to seek Him first to find her
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'
I'm whispering "I was lost, Now I'm found and forgiven."
When I say... "I am a Christian" I don't speak of this with pride
I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not trying to be strong
I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not bragging of success
I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not claiming to be perfect
My flaws are far too visible but, God believes I am worth it
When I say... "I am a Christian" I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not holier than thou
I'm just a simple sinner Who received God's good grace, somehow!
Friday, January 18, 2008
My last day as a cop was truly bitter sweet. On the one hand I don't have to worry about keeping up with all of my qualifications, working shift work, working weekends and getting called out. My chances of getting shot, stabbed, jacked or sued have been drastically reduced. I don't have to make the decision to not try to get promoted, so I won't have to go back and work shift work (on patrol again). I know I'm working 9-5 monday thru friday, holidays off for the rest of my life, if I so choose. On the other hand, I will really, really miss police work. Being on patrol, never Ever felt like work. Sometimes I hated coming in, to miss hanging out with people, or have to miss the holiday, but for the most part, I Loved going to work every day. It was so fun, a lot of times it felt like a game. I had the most awesome squad and we did a lot of good police work. I have such a terrible memory, a lot of things I couldn't recall while I sit here, but I could drive anywhere in west ashley and remember a funny, crazy, sad, or horrifying moment in my time in patrol. I have always thought that most cops are true heros and have seen a lot of heroic stuff while I was a cop. I met a couple of my own personal "heros" while a cop. I was always so proud to be one of "them". I do remember the day I really thought that this could be it.. I may not be going home tonight, time slowed down and I distinctly thought: if I had kids at home, I could NOT do this right now. That was almost 6 years ago, so long before I had kids, but even then, early on.. I knew I would have to eventually get out of police work. When the opportunity arose for me to become a crime analyst, I jumped on the chance, knowing that this would really help my career. I am so thankful for every experience I had as a cop, for every person that I think of as family in the "brotherhood" and I am so thankful I am still working for CPD in this new capacity. If you see me in my unmarked cruiser (which has been de-po-po-ized) and you see someone totally disregard some traffic law, know that my blood is boiling that I can't do anything about it! You'd better believe however that if I were to see another cop in a tussle, my non-packing, high heel wearing, big momma butt would do whatever I can to help. Someone here verbalized what I've been thinking: once a cop, always a cop...... I'll be honored to agree with that statment..