It's a good thing this world is not our home. How depressing would it be otherwise if there were nothing else to look forward to? You wake up, poop, eat, work, go to bed, try not to think about or dread the next day's work. Repeat day after day. And then you die, and then you're done. The bright side: at least when you're done, you don't have to worry about certain doctors causing you to jeapordize your license or to cause you to get sued. You're just done.
Eternity isn't like this. Thank God for his mercy that heaven won't be like circumstances now. Thank God there won't be death or pain. (Especially when the fore-mentioned are somebody's fault.)
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The life and times of a nurse, her husband, their tiny children, and their every-day adventures.
A Life Defined
A neonatal ICU-loving RN; a messy "home chef" in the making; a wanna-be gardener; a reader of good historical fiction; a lover of good gourmet food; someone whose spouse makes her laugh every day; a novice quilter; a woman who regularly gets her oil changed; a procrastinator of getting the mail; an envier of gingerbread-house-makers; a rusty pianist; an insomniac who cooks and does laundry when she can't sleep; an officianado of sleeping late ("jet lag" is routine when you work nights); a longing traveller who hopes to be able to see more of the world someday; a person who wishes she could draw or paint and will maybe take lessons someday; a singer/dancer when the blinds are drawn and no one is home while doing household chores; but mostly just a normal human being in need of God's grace everyday.
2 comments:
aw gee Pam. I am sorry life is such a drag sometimes
A rough go of it eh? Aw, I am sorry.
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