This week was like coming home. I was nervous and hopeful, excited and
fearful. The moment I took report from my RN
I felt a sense of belonging. It wasn’t
like I had it all down pat or anything but it was a groove. A feeling that confirmed again THIS is what
my heart wants. All throughout the two days I had moments of sheer panic but
they were teaching moments. Honestly, I
hope I never stop having those moments when my heart rate sky rockets and I
have to stop and remember that these are souls I am tending, not just
bodies. Somebody loves them and they are
in my charge. Sobering, but delightful. I walked away from clinicals feeling
joy. Even though I had to hold my breath almost every second I was around my
very smelly, but sweet, patient. Even in the
face of 6,000,000,000 things to learn and study. Even though I have an exam on Tuesday
looming. Even though I failed my med test. Even though….joy.
Thank you God for this privilege. All I want to do is praise you.
"...my cup overflows" Psalm 23:5