“…they would go from the work of the Father’s creative hands inside of a mother’s womb into the eager reaching fingers of the scribe in the nursing shoes with the RN credentials pinned on her shirt.” My RN career has been invested mostly in babies, pediatrics, and hospice. I had a doc that used to tease me and say that …
Thursday. It seemed so normal. Breakfast. Coffee. Brush teeth. Clip my RN credentials to my freshly pressed uniform. Give my Jess a see-ya-later kiss and off to the children’s hospital to love on some of the most tender little ones and their families. We all do it. Check the boxes in our day, brush teeth ‘check’ make grocery …
The window behind my couch shows a translucent gray sky and out my front door I see a pale blue peppered with thick clouds. I’m praying for rain. We need it desperately. I want to sit underneath the tin roof of our porch and hear the life giving drops as they splash against the metal. It produces a melody that …
