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Sunday, October 11, 2009
Consider it all Joy.
“The condition for a miracle is difficulty; however the condition for a great miracle is not difficulty, but impossibility.”
I woke up at 445 am yesterday morning dreading the day ahead. I knew it was going to be taxing on my mind, body and heart. My prayers that morning wasn’t Lord give me strength, but Lord give me joy. The world in all its abundances can be overwhelming and as a Christian it can be a constant battle to fight the flesh and persecution.
You see, for the next 10 hours I would be spending it with nursing students who were feeling the same way. They are overwhelmed, stressed and quite frankly not sure what their future holds. With all those emotions we must also walk into a hospital where many of the families have lost hope, children are suffering, dying and much of it seems unfair and cruel.
When I arrived at the children’s hospital I saw 7 young students looking as though they really didn’t want to do this today and still reeling over the poor results of their last exam....Again, I prayed Lord give us joy.
When we arrived on the various units the nurses appeared defeated as well. The flu season is in full swing and the units are very busy. There seems to be a sense that we are only seeing the tip of the iceberg and a full blown storm is about to occur at anytime. This promises to be the busiest flu season ever and the H1N1 is a reality.... Lord give them joy.
Then it came... in the form of a little boy. He was about 7, big brown eyes, a head full of dark curls and a smile that lit up the room. You could almost sense he was special. The student was to perform a physical exam while I graded them on their skills. The parents we there and I asked them to share their son’s story of what brought them there. The “story” is what I ask my students to find. Sometimes we focus so much on the disease or task that we miss the story. You see they were on the “floor” that has few promises of joy...the childrens “oncology” unit.
The story; this adorable, spunky and very witty little guy was playing on the playground at school when he smacked heads with another kid and the impact to the head was enough to warrant a visit to the ER. The odd thing was he should have been worked up for his head but because he was vomiting blood they decided to do a CT scan of his abdomen. Because of this CT they found something unexpected. A tumor that we call Burkett’s Lymphoma. He had no symptoms yet from the lymphoma but if it had not been picked up early in another 2-3 weeks it would have been noticeable. The physician told the family in a few more weeks the news would not be favorable, but because it is early and local we can remove it and the prognosis with surgery and chemotherapy is excellent! I couldn’t help but share my “praise God” with them and they said Yes! , it is only from Him. The little boy also claimed the same.
I know the students in that room and I received an answer to my prayers from a little boy who I will call “joy”. It renewed my strength that day and I was reminded of the hope & joy we have from our Savior that came to this earth in the form of a little boy to save us from the weariness of this world. In the end it is all that matters and we are to consider all suffering pure joy, when we choose to follow Him.
Thank you Jesus for this little boy,We will continue to pray for Him to fight the good fight and be a mighty warrior for you.
I woke up at 445 am yesterday morning dreading the day ahead. I knew it was going to be taxing on my mind, body and heart. My prayers that morning wasn’t Lord give me strength, but Lord give me joy. The world in all its abundances can be overwhelming and as a Christian it can be a constant battle to fight the flesh and persecution.
You see, for the next 10 hours I would be spending it with nursing students who were feeling the same way. They are overwhelmed, stressed and quite frankly not sure what their future holds. With all those emotions we must also walk into a hospital where many of the families have lost hope, children are suffering, dying and much of it seems unfair and cruel.
When I arrived at the children’s hospital I saw 7 young students looking as though they really didn’t want to do this today and still reeling over the poor results of their last exam....Again, I prayed Lord give us joy.
When we arrived on the various units the nurses appeared defeated as well. The flu season is in full swing and the units are very busy. There seems to be a sense that we are only seeing the tip of the iceberg and a full blown storm is about to occur at anytime. This promises to be the busiest flu season ever and the H1N1 is a reality.... Lord give them joy.
Then it came... in the form of a little boy. He was about 7, big brown eyes, a head full of dark curls and a smile that lit up the room. You could almost sense he was special. The student was to perform a physical exam while I graded them on their skills. The parents we there and I asked them to share their son’s story of what brought them there. The “story” is what I ask my students to find. Sometimes we focus so much on the disease or task that we miss the story. You see they were on the “floor” that has few promises of joy...the childrens “oncology” unit.
The story; this adorable, spunky and very witty little guy was playing on the playground at school when he smacked heads with another kid and the impact to the head was enough to warrant a visit to the ER. The odd thing was he should have been worked up for his head but because he was vomiting blood they decided to do a CT scan of his abdomen. Because of this CT they found something unexpected. A tumor that we call Burkett’s Lymphoma. He had no symptoms yet from the lymphoma but if it had not been picked up early in another 2-3 weeks it would have been noticeable. The physician told the family in a few more weeks the news would not be favorable, but because it is early and local we can remove it and the prognosis with surgery and chemotherapy is excellent! I couldn’t help but share my “praise God” with them and they said Yes! , it is only from Him. The little boy also claimed the same.
I know the students in that room and I received an answer to my prayers from a little boy who I will call “joy”. It renewed my strength that day and I was reminded of the hope & joy we have from our Savior that came to this earth in the form of a little boy to save us from the weariness of this world. In the end it is all that matters and we are to consider all suffering pure joy, when we choose to follow Him.
Thank you Jesus for this little boy,We will continue to pray for Him to fight the good fight and be a mighty warrior for you.
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