For them
A lot has happened in the last couple of weeks. I've moved to a new apartment with a new friend, gotten a little more exposure into my per diem job and am awaiting a visit from my sister and my brother in law this weekend! Lots of exciting things, but lots of new things to look forward to as well. Yet in the midst of all the jovial happenings, I feel at peace. I feel like that right now, God has me right where He wants me to be. And I'm happy. It's an indescribable feeling really unless you have a relationship with Him. It seems like lately I've had more of those moments where I've really felt that deep breath of "yes, this is what I'm meant to do." I was writing in my journal last night about some of the things I have encountered recently, and I write in the form of prayers to God. Before I laid my head to sleep, my patients were on my mind. So I wrote a prayer for them. I don't have the exact words right in front of me (mostly because I'm too lazy to get up and go get my journal from my bedroom), but it was something to this degree. (and some of it I added to just now)
Sometimes you have a dance party in the hallway. Sometimes you get down to someone's level, quite literally, and sit on the floor while you both laugh, cry and reminisce of good times once had, even though you yourself are exhausted and ready to go home. But you tell them "I have time." So God, tonight my prayer is for them; those I've cared for in the past, present and those whose stories I have yet to hear. Whatever situations they may find themselves in, may they receive whatever it is they need; peace, love, comfort, strength, hope, reassurance, safety, joy, closure, freedom, understanding. If possible, may I bring it to them at just the right time.
Yesterday was World Mental Health Day. I unfortunately didn't realize it until the day was almost over. In the midst of what is going on in our country and in the world, I feel I've taken for granted just how significant my job really is. Because let's face it, we who work in healthcare have those ruts where it just seems there's a never ending stream of ungratefulness, anger, rage, getting yelled and screamed at and dissatisfaction. And yes, I'll be the first to admit it's happened with me recently. But then God flashes those moments right before me, where I get to laugh, get down deep with my patients and then they have the comfort and cognitive capabilities to open up with me. Trust. I forget about those moments so often, SO often. And on the flip side of that we often are too wound up in our own struggles and whatever we're wrestling with to pay attention to what's going on around us, the good and the bad. And yes, once again, I am guilty of this as well. But lately I have been more and more thinking about the mere fact that what I do isn't for me; it's for them. All of it, it's for them. And as I said last night, I can't imagine doing anything else with my life.
Sometimes you have a dance party in the hallway. Sometimes you get down to someone's level, quite literally, and sit on the floor while you both laugh, cry and reminisce of good times once had, even though you yourself are exhausted and ready to go home. But you tell them "I have time." So God, tonight my prayer is for them; those I've cared for in the past, present and those whose stories I have yet to hear. Whatever situations they may find themselves in, may they receive whatever it is they need; peace, love, comfort, strength, hope, reassurance, safety, joy, closure, freedom, understanding. If possible, may I bring it to them at just the right time.
Yesterday was World Mental Health Day. I unfortunately didn't realize it until the day was almost over. In the midst of what is going on in our country and in the world, I feel I've taken for granted just how significant my job really is. Because let's face it, we who work in healthcare have those ruts where it just seems there's a never ending stream of ungratefulness, anger, rage, getting yelled and screamed at and dissatisfaction. And yes, I'll be the first to admit it's happened with me recently. But then God flashes those moments right before me, where I get to laugh, get down deep with my patients and then they have the comfort and cognitive capabilities to open up with me. Trust. I forget about those moments so often, SO often. And on the flip side of that we often are too wound up in our own struggles and whatever we're wrestling with to pay attention to what's going on around us, the good and the bad. And yes, once again, I am guilty of this as well. But lately I have been more and more thinking about the mere fact that what I do isn't for me; it's for them. All of it, it's for them. And as I said last night, I can't imagine doing anything else with my life.
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