You may remember my post back in May after my first semester of nursing school (One Down, Three to Go). Well, if you can believe it {I hardly can}, I just finished my third semester of nursing school and will be entering the FINAL semester come January. That means graduation is nearing, folks!!
This last semester, I felt more and more excited about becoming an R.N. Don't get me wrong, I've been excited about it from the get-go, but it's also kind of intimidating, too. I mean, people's lives are at stake. I don't want to mess up! But lately God has been replacing that fear and anxiety with excitement and humility. He has reminded me that this is all for HIS glory, not for mine. When I have that perspective, I don't feel so afraid - I feel giddy with excitement that He would have me use this career as my ministry to bring Him glory. Honestly though, some days are HARD and anxiety creeps in. But we are called to cast our anxiety on him {1 Peter 5:7}. I need to be reminded of this daily!
I also feel like I found my passion during this past semester: OB! I loved working with the mothers and babies. It was an amazing/humbling/emotional experience to witness a birth. I cannot comprehend how someone can see a baby come into this world and not believe there is a God. Human life is a MIRACLE. I literally came home crying after witnessing my first birth - tears of joy, of course.
With that being said, I know that working in OB comes not only with the ups, but also with the downs. I have several friends and family members who have had miscarriages and/or preterm infants that did not survive, and others struggling to get pregnant. I know that there is a lot of sadness and brokenness in situations like these. I fully trust that God has each of these tiny babies in His arms - in a better place than here on this earth - but it is still heartbreaking for the aching mothers and families left behind. And for those struggling with infertility, I pray that God would satisfy the desires of their hearts, and that they would lean on Him, the healer of all things.
My hope is that if I end up working in OB {I pray that I do someday!}, that I would be able to celebrate with others the birth of new life, as well as to give comfort in times of sorrow. I have fallen in love with the OB field of nursing. {And for those of you wondering, I have not lost my love and passion for the elderly!! I love both ends of the spectrum :)}
Now for some rest and relaxation until the home stretch begins in January. Merry Christmas everyone! May we reflect on the goodness of God in giving His one and only son to make us white as snow.
With Love,
Monica
