Sunday

I {LOVE} Sunday::to shout and sing together for joy...


You make the going out of the morning and the evening to shout for joy.
You visit the earth and water it;
you greatly enrich it;
the river of God is full of water;
you provide their grain,
for so you have prepared it.
You water its furrows abundantly,
settling its ridges,
softening it with showers,
and blessing its growth.
You crown the year with your bounty;
your wagon tracks overflow with abundance.
The pastures of the wilderness overflow,
the hills gird themselves with joy,
the meadows clothe themselves with flocks,
the valleys deck themselves with grain,
they shout and sing together for joy.

Psalm 65:8-13

{With the Sunday Community at Lisha's #GiveMeGrace }

Saturday

Still Saturday::to stand in awe of the Master Artist...

Sunsets are inevitable. Each day ends with one. That's the way it's been since God said, "Let there be light," and he separated the light from the darkness, calling the light "day" and the darkness "night." Yet most of us pay little or no attention to this ordinary occurrence that is an extraordinary moment in our day, life, and world. Ordinary moments are the pages in our life's story.
~ Matt Knisely, Framing Faith, p. 73

I'm Joining the Applause at sunset today. And you?


Sandra Heska King - Still Saturday

Sunday

I {LOVE} Father's Day Sunday::to declare that the LORD is my rock...


The righteous...

are planted in the house of the LORD;
they flourish in the courts of our God.
They still bear fruit in old age;
they are ever full of sap and green,
to declare that the LORD is upright;
he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.

Psalm 92:12-15

Happy Father's Day to my handsome and godly husband Louis
who is planted and flourishing,
bearing fruit,
and declaring the LORD is his rock.



{With the Sunday Community at Lisha's #GiveMeGrace }

Saturday

Still Saturday::to repent and rest...


For thus said the Lord GOD, the Holy One of Israel,
“In returning and rest you shall be saved;
in quietness and in trust shall be your strength.”

Therefore the LORD waits to be gracious to you,
and therefore he exalts himself to show mercy to you.
For the LORD is a God of justice;
blessed are all those who wait for him.
Isaiah 30:15, 18

The call to repentance and rest, and quietness and trust, comes to us like a kiss from heaven. Jesus, we find great comfort in your pursuing love.

I repent of letting needs dictate my pace.

I repent of trying to be my own savior, yet again.

I repent of doing more things for you than spending unrushed time with you.

I repent of listening to the squawking voices of human parakeets more than the comforting voice of the blessed Paraclete--God the Holy Spirit.

Jesus, as you rise to show us compassion, we will sit down, shut up, be still, and let you.
(From Everyday Prayers - 365 Days to a Gospel-Centered Faith by Scotty Smith, June 17)

Sandra Heska King - Still Saturday

Monday

When what my employer got right was painful...


When the nursing administrator called me down to her office shortly after I'd reported for work, I couldn’t imagine her intentions.

From the time I was in first grade, I dreamed of a career in medicine. Motivated by an irrational fear of being diagnosed with childhood leukemia, I told my parents that someday I’d be a doctor and discover the cure.  

As soon as I was old enough, I volunteered as a candy striper at the local hospital. Dressed in a pinafore striped in blue rather than the traditional candy striper red, the majority of my duties didn’t involve patient care, but every now and then I'd be assigned to work on a floor near the nursing staff, and my aspirations for becoming a doctor transitioned into a desire for hands-on patient care. I began to imagine the day when I would wear a crisp white nurse's uniform and the coveted starched cap worn only by RNs in those days. 

In high school, I moved one step closer to that reality when I was offered a paid position – an opportunity to trade in my blue-striped pinafore for the white uniform of a nurse’s aide on weekends in pediatrics. I adored children, especially babies, and couldn't wait to wear a white uniform, to work more closely with the nurses I admired, and to experience hands-on care like a real nurse. It felt like a dream, and mostly it was.

Within a month I was called to the nursing administrator’s office. I was being reassigned. A ward clerk – someone to work at the desk answering the phone and doing paperwork – was needed on another floor.  

I was devastated and didn’t handle it well.  I couldn’t hold back the tears and begged her to let me stay where I was.  She was kind, but firm in her response. “You need to stop crying. Report to the head nurse on the second floor and get to work.

Looking back at that moment in the nursing administrator’s office, I’m surprised that she didn’t send me home – fire me right on the spot. Ward clerks didn’t provide patient care, but they were critical positions that required maturity that I was clearly not displaying and the ability to respond quickly.  Before computers and cell phones, ward clerks were responsible for transferring doctor’s orders into pharmacy, lab and radiology requests. And in the event of an emergency, the nurses relied heavily on the ward clerk to place the calls for help and immediately notify the doctor.  

The transfer from my position as a pediatric nurse’s aide to a ward clerk on an adult wing wasn’t a demotion – though it felt like it to me. 

Over time, I realized that my reassignment had provided an opportunity for me to grow in my understanding of how hospitals functioned. Working at the desk at the hub of patient care, I was exposed to a variety of disciplines in the medical field and grew in my understanding of how they worked together. Responsible for reading doctor’s orders and transcribing them into care plans, I learned medical terminology that became a huge advantage when I attended nursing school a few years later.  

That nursing administrator got it right, I think. Over the years she had watched me volunteering at the hospital and knew that I was a hard worker. She also was aware of my hopes of becoming a nurse and wanted me to realize that goal, so she wasn’t swayed by my immature reaction to the reassignment by either letting me get my way or by firing me.  I suspect she knew how much I would ultimately gain from the experience.

Over a decade later, after graduating from nursing school and working in a variety of nursing positions – from intensive care to that of nurse practitioner in an oncology office – I assumed a nursing administration role with the same opportunities to be kind but firm when faced with similar situations. I hope I got it just as right as she did.  


She opens her mouth with wisdom, 
and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
Proverbs 31:26

{This post is in response to The High Calling Share Your Story on the topic: What My Employer Gets Right}