For those of us who work in fields where cubicle-space doesn't exist (and offices usually don't, except for the higher-up nurses and those who prefer clinic hours), we don't fully understand the concept of being walled in while feeling that there is atmosphere above without wall that connects you to the other people nearby.
This is not my workspace; this is where I live. A 6 x 6 cubicle holds almost everything that I need: skype conversations with my husband, my kindle and other books, and a canteen cup that holds the pens I use to write all my letters home. I think they tried to prepare us for this by taking us from a hotel room away from family (worst part), to a SEA (South East Asia) hut that is frigid with 11 other frigid girls, to a "wigwam" with insulation and AC but 24 other occupants, to a dusty tent with 4 and AC, then the "private" cubicle. The space is my own though, and I am blessed to have even a brick and concrete building with a roof over my head. (Pictures to come, again, once my camera and computer mend their relationship).
An encouraging point from Jonathan and my reading: we desire marital bliss and happiness and, while this isn't a bad request, the goal is too small. He desires sanctification for us, a paradigm much bigger with more meaning and greater encouragement than simply happiness. And that's one of the reasons God has us here and there. I so desire, though, that God would give reasons first before action, not that it would've changed my attitude because, as I know not well enough yet, I am a great sinner.
This is not my workspace; this is where I live. A 6 x 6 cubicle holds almost everything that I need: skype conversations with my husband, my kindle and other books, and a canteen cup that holds the pens I use to write all my letters home. I think they tried to prepare us for this by taking us from a hotel room away from family (worst part), to a SEA (South East Asia) hut that is frigid with 11 other frigid girls, to a "wigwam" with insulation and AC but 24 other occupants, to a dusty tent with 4 and AC, then the "private" cubicle. The space is my own though, and I am blessed to have even a brick and concrete building with a roof over my head. (Pictures to come, again, once my camera and computer mend their relationship).
An encouraging point from Jonathan and my reading: we desire marital bliss and happiness and, while this isn't a bad request, the goal is too small. He desires sanctification for us, a paradigm much bigger with more meaning and greater encouragement than simply happiness. And that's one of the reasons God has us here and there. I so desire, though, that God would give reasons first before action, not that it would've changed my attitude because, as I know not well enough yet, I am a great sinner.
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