I have been working at the Children's Hospital in Chattanooga for 1 year today! I have learned so much about nursing, service, and discipline this past year and so much of that is because of my job. I have also fallen in love with my co-workers, my patients, and their families; however, because of the nature of what I do this has left me with a broken heart. Whether from the pews of a funeral, the background of a birthday party, or the bathroom in the break room, the tears I have cried over these sweet kids are too many to count.
A year is a good length of time to look back and reflect and I am praying that just as the Lord so graciously led me to Africa when my heart was not in the right place and then placed me in this job He will continue to lead me to what is next and that I will have an obedient spirit - but I am constantly feeling the pull of our culture, being able to support myself, and what is most important in life. How will all of these align?
Even as that sentence comes off my fingertips onto this white page I can feel the tug of the Lord on my heart. How many times will I need to be reminded of His character - He wants to give me good things and thank goodness His plans are not mine.
