i've officially crossed over to the dark side. haha
my friday night consisted of eating brown rice, grilled chicken and health veges with my fellow nurses with 8oz glasses of water.
this 400 calorie meal was followed by hours and hours of talking about patients' large bowel movements (some which clogged toilets), patients with extreme dementia, silly nursing mistakes, medication vials exploding because we accidentally pushed air in them, tube feeding dripping on the floor because we forgot to clamp, etc.
next came the IV practice. taking 22 gauge needles we have acquired over the years in nursing school, we practiced sticking one another in hopes of being better nurses, causing less pain to our "real" patients and learning how to problem solve when veins start to gush blood. (sorry M.)
yes, a friday night for us new nurses consists of the above mentioned things. and we laughed, we laughed and laughed. we cleaned up the blood, bandaged our stick wounds and kept laughing.
i have to say, we really are one of a kind.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Mark 10: 46-52
Blind Bartimaeus Receives His Sight
46Then they came to Jericho. As Jesus and his disciples, together with a large crowd, were leaving the city, a blind man, Bartimaeus (that is, the Son of Timaeus), was sitting by the roadside begging. 47When he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to shout, "Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!"48Many rebuked him and told him to be quiet, but he shouted all the more, "Son of David, have mercy on me!"
49Jesus stopped and said, "Call him." So they called to the blind man, "Cheer up! On your feet! He's calling you." 50Throwing his cloak aside, he jumped to his feet and came to Jesus.
51"What do you want me to do for you?" Jesus asked him.
The blind man said, "Rabbi, I want to see."
52"Go," said Jesus, "your faith has healed you." Immediately he received his sight and followed Jesus along the road.
Healing is not one-dimensional and has less to do with the body and more to do with the soul.
Everything I am stems from this verse. Everything in nursing stems from this verse.
The end result is not the Alabaster Foundation, but that all would know the intense, immense and incredible love of Jesus Christ so much so that they can jump to their feet, receive healing and live whole, content and freed lives.
This is the new and improved mission statement of all my future healthcare endeavors and life actions.
Nice to meet you.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Relationship Status: Married
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_M33GcJAmU
everyone who has eyes to see and/or ears to hear must experience the link above.
i have watched it multiple and still i am brought to my knees in desperate tears.
i am so totally in love with God it's unbelievable. Today I saw a loving, happily married couple kiss each other at church and the only thought that crossed my mind was, "Yes that's beautiful, but my life with God is so much better."
I married God on Monday. In the car as I was driving I said to Him, "God I want to marry you and deepen my covenant with you." And He said, "I've always been married to you, I've always been tied to you. The ball was always in your court."
What an incredible lover I have. The kind that doesn't cheat, doesn't abuse, doesn't lie. The kind that admits His need, communicates the intensity of His love, the kind that always ultimately advocates for me. The kind that never leaves, that always forgives, that always challenges. The kind that only wants the choicest of things for me.
I would rather be in relationship with God than be a nurse, than be a humanitarian, than be a daughter, than be a best friend or a wife.
My husband is beautiful, perfect, a feminist, politically aware, strong, idealistic, humble and loving. I don't ever want anything to get in the way of my covenant, my commitment, this marriage.
That means everything comes under the radar. How I spend my time, what comes out of my mouth, what I eat, what I drink, what I think, how I drive, how I care for my patients, how I speak to my co-workers, how I judge people, how I don't judge people, how I vote, how I love my friends, how I don't love my friends, the papers I sign, how I spend my money...everything.
In a marriage, the two become one flesh. I am no longer my own. I give up my rights, my agenda, my will, my desires, my dreams, my aspirations, my fears, my plans, I give it all up for the lover of my soul, spirit, heart and mind.
It comes full circle from 2006 when I, a lost, but ultimately redeemed soul led a chant with friends saying, "I belong to God."
Now I finally do. Now I am 100% His and He is mine. We are one.
My new husband and I are registered at the prayer store, which resides in each of your hearts. Please feel free to bless our new marriage with as many prayers as you like. =)
p.s. Although this blog entry may seem strange to some, think of this: If every woman would allow herself to first be loved by God, her creator, and allow herself to live fully secure in that relationship, how much more fruitful and loving, would her marriage be to a flawed, but chosen earthly male?
Something to ponder...
everyone who has eyes to see and/or ears to hear must experience the link above.
i have watched it multiple and still i am brought to my knees in desperate tears.
i am so totally in love with God it's unbelievable. Today I saw a loving, happily married couple kiss each other at church and the only thought that crossed my mind was, "Yes that's beautiful, but my life with God is so much better."
I married God on Monday. In the car as I was driving I said to Him, "God I want to marry you and deepen my covenant with you." And He said, "I've always been married to you, I've always been tied to you. The ball was always in your court."
What an incredible lover I have. The kind that doesn't cheat, doesn't abuse, doesn't lie. The kind that admits His need, communicates the intensity of His love, the kind that always ultimately advocates for me. The kind that never leaves, that always forgives, that always challenges. The kind that only wants the choicest of things for me.
I would rather be in relationship with God than be a nurse, than be a humanitarian, than be a daughter, than be a best friend or a wife.
My husband is beautiful, perfect, a feminist, politically aware, strong, idealistic, humble and loving. I don't ever want anything to get in the way of my covenant, my commitment, this marriage.
That means everything comes under the radar. How I spend my time, what comes out of my mouth, what I eat, what I drink, what I think, how I drive, how I care for my patients, how I speak to my co-workers, how I judge people, how I don't judge people, how I vote, how I love my friends, how I don't love my friends, the papers I sign, how I spend my money...everything.
In a marriage, the two become one flesh. I am no longer my own. I give up my rights, my agenda, my will, my desires, my dreams, my aspirations, my fears, my plans, I give it all up for the lover of my soul, spirit, heart and mind.
It comes full circle from 2006 when I, a lost, but ultimately redeemed soul led a chant with friends saying, "I belong to God."
Now I finally do. Now I am 100% His and He is mine. We are one.
My new husband and I are registered at the prayer store, which resides in each of your hearts. Please feel free to bless our new marriage with as many prayers as you like. =)
p.s. Although this blog entry may seem strange to some, think of this: If every woman would allow herself to first be loved by God, her creator, and allow herself to live fully secure in that relationship, how much more fruitful and loving, would her marriage be to a flawed, but chosen earthly male?
Something to ponder...
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