This last week working three days in a row comepletely exhausted me. As I wrote in my last post, I had needy patients.  I had the same two needy ladies again on my second day of work as well. Even though I had learned their manerisisms the previous day I was still tired of running all their errands and doing everything “just right” for them. So no exciting story there to tell you.

On my third day however, I worked on the transplant unit. Everyone on that floor is really sick and their stories are so sad. I was still very busy but a different kind. The kind of busy that consists of continually getting them medications because you don’t want them to hurt or you want them to relax because their anxieties are through the roof.

I had one woman patient that confessed with tears in her eyes that in five days she would have been in the hospital for an entire year. She went home for a few days here and there but the majority of her year was spent there in that hospital room. My heart broke for her. I asked her if she was a woman of faith and her reply was “I don’t know how I could still be doing this day after day without the Lord on my side.” I felt God telling me to pray over this woman as she was lying there crying. As I prayed for her, I was thankful at the same  that God brought me into this profession. She was so thankful after the prayer and appreciative, stating it brought her focus back to where it should be. We all need that sometimes don’t we…

So even though my week was exhausting and I was extremely tired and worn out from all the craziness God too brought ME back to the right focus as to why I wake up and go to work even when I don’t want to. To serve HIM. To be His hands of comfort touching the sick, and to be His voice to speak to those who feel all alone.