Just because it's simple, doesn't mean it's easy

I hope someday that this blog is read by my children, and I do try to keep them in mind when I write them. I want them to know all that God is teaching me. I think sometimes when we write important stuff, we surround a point with a bunch of useless words. This was put on my heart and I'm going to keep this one simple.

Love is a choice.
Hate is a choice.
Joy is a choice.
Anger is a choice.

What you choose, is what you will become. Choose love. Choose joy. Over and over again. Choose Jesus. Over and over again.

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Drive Safe

I remember the day before. Telling him that he was dying. I prepared myself, but in the end, I couldn’t even say the words. Even now I can’t say the “D” word. I have built myself up enough to say he has passed away. I feel that is enough. I remember the words I chose at his bedside and how determined I was to be strong for him. “You’re not walking out of here this time,” I said. “There’s nothing more they can do.” I remember the look on his face. The way he turned away and stared at the ceiling. He did that a lot here lately whenever he didn’t want to hear what was being said. “Daddy?” He looked at me. “Do you understand?” “Yes.” He mouthed. He now had a trach in place so it was then that I realized I would never get to hear his voice again. “Are you okay?” I asked. ...

Angel of Death

I have never wanted to be a nurse. My mother is a nurse and she put me up to it. I had a son and had no idea how to take care of him, and nursing would pay the bills. That's the honest beginning of my nursing career. I've been a nurse for over a decade now, and have worked many places. I once worked for a nursing home that had about 50 residents. There was a stretch there where every patient that passed away, did it on my shift. I got the nickname angel of death. I used to get offended when called that because no one wants to be associated with death. Ironically enough, I've been a hospice nurse for the last 7 years. For those of you who don't know, hospice simply means end of life care. I have listened to a heart, beat its last beat. I have held a persons hand while they took their last breath. I have read scripture to a preachers son as he went into the arms of Jesus. I have had the honor of being there for patients and families as they struggle to say goodbye to th...

This is war

I have been fasting for the first time ever. I have also felt incredibly far from God with my thoughts. I have been thinking really mean stuff. I have been on edge and mad at almost everyone for almost anything. I thought maybe it was hormones. I recently asked my mother to pray for me. I don't know why I'm so angry, but I am. She quickly told me she believes it's because I am fasting. When we are trying to fast and pray, the devil will attack. 1 Peter 5:8 tells us to be alert because the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. I was blind. Easy prey. It didn't even dawn on me to guard my mind. I wasn't even paying attention, which is like leaving the door unlocked and open for the enemy to come on in and make himself at home. I like to listen to sermons in the morning. The other day I turned on a sermon by Francis Chan because I firmly believe he is one of the best teachers out there. My Bluetooth speaker has been acting up and ...

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