All in a days work...

I have a pretty cushy schedule.  A month after Dan started his new job, I was able to cut back hours at work.  I have four set days a month that I work (three Saturdays and usually a Monday).  I pick and chose if I want to work any other hours for the month.  I am so thankful for my job.

Yesterday, I would have rather stayed home.  It was the kids first day back to school and I was feeling really down about that and a few other things...not to mention the laundry that is taking over all of our laundry baskets. So, I tried to find coverage so that I could take the day off.  It looked promising, but in the end, I walked through the door of the hospital at 1:25 and started my shift.

I believe there is a reason and a plan behind everything.  God knew that I didn't want to work, but He knew what I needed even more.  I was supposed to be at work yesterday...it just took a few hours for me to realize that.

It wasn't really until about four hours in to a very busy shift that I began to put it all together.  I saw a lot of my old patients last night...patients that I haven't seen in about six or so months...people who I know their story and have prayed for...a double lung transplant, a colon cancer patient, a breast cancer survivor, another cancer patient all of which have made me so very thankful for everything that I have and all of which I truly admire their strength and fight.

It was an encouragement and a blessing to be at work yesterday...and someone was even kind enough to treat me to dinner.  Not bad, not bad at all.