As I have mentioned in previous posts, I started working
after a long hiatus.
Since the break has been longer than this blog is old,
a little background might help those who don’t know
me face to face.
I am a physical therapist.
In fact, 3 weeks after Carl and I married, we drove halfway
across the country and landed in Rochester, Minnesota.
Yes, the land of the Mayo Clinic, where I began
my schooling for P.T. and Carl eventually found lab work.
But that is another story entirely.
We lived in Minnesota for 2 years but our hearts remained firmly planted in the
We targeted the Seattle area but I found a job in Portland first.
We packed our bags, said some tearful goodbyes and headed west.
I love pediatrics and I worked for a year at a children’s center
for medically fragile children.
We had our first child and I found a job working for a school
I worked 4 school years and another baby arrived and from that
point, I worked on-call for a staffing agency which led to being hired
by a large hospital group and I worked the next ten years on weekends and
I worked with patients that ranged from orthopedic, cancer,
cardiac, post-surgical, ICU, burns, stroke and in Level 1 trauma…whew!
Then you guessed it…another baby.
That last baby made his presence known early and I had to stop working immediately.
Now I am working for another staffing agency and head wherever they point.
Since I am a bit rusty, I am working in skilled nursing facilities.
Think of these as places for patients who need extra time to fully recover.
I will say that the last few months have been full of anxiety and fear.
The combination of the two combined with life has been exhausting.
I feared that I wouldn’t remember what to do with a patient.
I grew anxious walking into new places which means a
with new needs.
Simple information like the location of a bathroom was priceless.
Each day I have come face to face with my inadequacies.
Most days I have made mistakes.
Some days I have been given the wrong information such as arriving
at the wrong facility.
Other days the computer won’t accept my entries for charting
patient visits…huge red exclamations points have become my foes!!!!!
However I picked the word “fixed” to be my guide this year.
Each day I have learned to fix my eyes on Him.
I offer up each patient to Him and I take them one by one.
I don’t rush ahead.
I look at each face and I know that He knows each dear one
who finds themselves in a low place.
He has given me the access to be His hands.
He helps guide my words and to listen to theirs.
He shows me how to comfort.
There are days when I come home completely depleted.
Those are the days I have used my strength to meet the demands presented.
The days are beginning to amass when I come home tired but energized.
Those are the days I have placed in His care.
I am wondering today if it might be helpful for all of us to remember
that we never know what will be contained in a day.
We never know who will be on the other side of the door or
end of the phone line or even at the gas pump.
Face to face encounters are often a glorious surprise and
many are ordained.
If we present our day,
fix our eyes on Him,
when we encounter people in their low places
we will be ready to reveal the Most High
When I began the process of considering working as physical
I had weeks of asking all the 5 W’s and the 1 H.
who, what when, where, why and how?
Over each question, I kept hearing…
This is from the Lord and is His doing; it is marvelous in our eyes. This is the day which the Lord has brought about; we will rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118: 23, 24
My only response:
You are my God, and I will confess, praise and give thanks to You; You are my God, I will extol You. O give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; for His mercy and loving-kindness endure forever. Psalm 118: 28, 29
If inadequacy is a fixture before your eyes,
why not bring your days face to face with Jesus?