Phew.
Just finished putting my past two weeks of school power points onto notecards. I could've just printed them out, but...I don't learn that way.
It's interesting, being in school. Nusing school. The school I've been waiting to get into for at least 1 1/2 years if not more. It's been so tedious. Even today I had to fax something else in for my file related to my health assesment. oooohh nursing term. Already wearing off.
As much as I enjoy being school and I've been telling people that it's not as overwhelming because I have been anticipating giving this much of my life away for a while; I have to now deal with people...my teachers and my fellow students. There are 19 people total in my class, and for lab and clinicals we are broken down into even smaller groups! It's a very communicating, teaching, learning, understanding environment that cracks the whip on one hand and cradles you in the next.
It's much more conversational than I'm used to.
Plus I'm not an early morning person, so when I come in to get lectured to, I want to take notes, listen, and go home.
I've taken a nap nearly every day in the past two weeks that I haven't had to work.
It's just a lot of learning, but more so on a level of social understanding, at least for me.
By the time it gets to Friday, I want to sign a certificate that says I made it through another week of school. I have my first test next week, which should be interesting. I have a mountain of cards, and a few more to still make.
But God is good.
I've been asking Him to help keep me humble, teachable and give me more grace. Always more grace, I seem to lack it on a epic level. Grace and tact. God loves to test it though. And I trust Him with that. Because He IS good.
Point and fact of this blog:
Tonight, I was sitting doing my notecards and listening to Adventures in Odyssey [because some stuff is still good]. Ever since school has started, my teachers have all been challenging us about what kind of nurses we want to be. I've never really known for sure. I love kids, but the thought of working with them in a hospital setting...kills me.
With everything going on in Haiti the past week, there has been a little kick inside of me, prayers that I mumble in the car after I hear new reports, driving to school [so so early in the morning], and a burst of sunshine that springs up inside of me whenever they pull another person out of the disheveled land. I would love to do that kind of stuff.
It's been a recent thing for me, to be thinking about other countries and how I wouldn't mind living somewhere else. I guess I've just realized this place is not my home.
Another thing that stuck me tonight, listening to an Adventure about a woman who has some kind of a memory disorder. I sat and cried my eyes out [while still making note cards]. There's something so special to me about when people can't remember things, and then God does a momentary miracle and restores something to them, just to bring them joy.
Working on my floor at the hospital there are many confused patients, you get this grace that comes over you when working with them. Last time I worked, one of my patients was rough and hard to deal with, but, I was talking to her and trying to get her to trust me. My nurse told me, in a joking way, that I was full of s***. lol. It's so funny though, because I don't mind sweet-talking or trying to convince the person to trust me [I'm learning about it in class too].
I'm not sure how all of these things connect; but making the connection that they all mean something to me, stirs something inside of me ...a boiling pot of noodles inside of me or something... lol. I don't know what God has in store for me, but I thank Him for His heart, and I want more of it.
I'm amazed by Him, and how He loves me.
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