Micah 6:6-8

"But he's already made it plain how to live, what to do, what GOD is looking for in men and women. It's quite simple: Do what is fair and just to your neighbor, be compassionate and loyal in your love, And don't take yourself too seriously-take God seriously."







Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The Mood

I have had one of those generally sad, really down days today. Part of this is most likely post vacation slump. Some of it is I really miss my family. A bit is that Natalie is about to be four in a couple of days and I can't believe how that is possible. Her birthday is followed by Micah's and I feel like I've spent less time with him in his first year then I ever imagined I would. These thoughts lead me to the fact that I still don't have a part time job. We still need my job for health insurance. Blah, blah, blah.

I have noticed though. Nothing subtle about it. I've seen it. Several times it made me smile. And right now, I'm reminding myself of it. So I type in order to acknowledge it.

It? God has been sending a lot of things my way to encourage me. More then usual. Enough extra encouragement that it got funny. Enough to make me realize He was initiating it. Enough to get my attention. I almost feel like with every blow today, He followed it with something good.

I walked into a gas station and the cashier sees my badge and says, "psychosocial specialist???" I tell her, in my very Eeyore mood, "that's just a fancy word for social worker." I might as well have said, "thanks for noticing me." Anyways, she says, "hospice, girl, you all are guardian angels...my mom died in February...just angels, thank you."

It was genuine. Not the "I could never work that job". Not "I don't know how you do it." Just a real, honest, genuine thank you.

My very random co worker grabs me this morning and tells me about a book she is reading. She's tells me this whole part today about being where God has placed you. And you don't have to look for His will because He puts you in it. I walked away breathing a little easier. I hadn't realized breathing was hard.

Another visit with a very tearful wife. She too says "thank you" again and again. For little things, like gloves and diapers and hugs. I can give her this stuff all day.

I had to implement a medication contract with a patient and family today. I had to be real tough. It's not a fun part of my job, although, it can be funny. Our doctor visited the same patient later in the day. She left me a message saying I must have put the fear of God in that family cause they told her everything she needed to know. She said if it made me feel better, they all really missed me last week while I was gone. That did indeed make me feel better.

I made cupcakes with Natalie today. She is really, really, funny.

I had a readmission for an elderly lady that I discharged last year. I was sad to see her name again, but looking forward to reconnecting. I spoke with her daughter on the phone. We talked a lot about her role as a caregiver. Daughter says to me, " I don't know what I'll do when she dies, but I know one thing for sure. When you finish a ministry, God just gives you another one."

He sure does. He sure does. He sure does.

Constant encouragement all day. Yet I still sit here, very melancholy. Very unlike me. I think in my own way, all of this is simply to tell God:

Thanks for noticing me. I know You have some very big things to do today, but I noticed you, noticing me. And I really appreciate it.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey Allison. I've been having a hard time lately and I've noticed the same thing, that there are all these little blessings popping out, reminding me that God hears me, he knows what's on my heart, what matters to me, and he is listening and moving. And I have to write it out lots of times too, to acknowledge it...I hope you continue to be lifted. Thanks for writing this post.

Anonymous said...

I have never met you but last week I helped a friend bury her 11 year old son who was healthy right up til the morning he died of a heart attack b/c of inflimation around the heart. As I stood there watching her choose what to bury her son in I thought of you and something you posted my heart screamed there is no right thing to bury an 11 year old in. Instead I told her she had choosen the right outfit. As I drove to the cematary I watched all the cars pull to the side of the road and wondered if anyone in this town had ever noticed this little boy before this moment. I wondered if I could be enough of a friend to be strong for her I wondered how a perfect plan takes a son home I had to face that even my children are mortal and that I do not know His plan for them. That night I taught kindergarden at our VBS a little boy in my class slipped his hand in mine and said God made promises and He keeps them. A huge message from a tiny child who had no idea his thechers heart was breaking. I was greatful He has a way of telling us all we need to hear. I hope you are continually overwhelmed by His blessings and the knowledge that He holds you firmly in His hand never loosing sight of what He created in you.
Blessings,
Mindy