feeling is believing

Since I was a small child I have known that God heals. I have known people who have been healed, I saw the miracle of my very own Grandpa's recovery. I have seen God work wonderful things in the lives of friends but until Wednesday I have never FELT God heal.

Molly is a teenage girl in the youth ministry I am involved with and has suffered from scoliosis. She showed me pictures of the x-ray of her spine and it was so visibally distorted that it made me hurt. Her therapy has gone on for a while but increases her pain. Wednesday night one of our young prayer worriors asked for some of us leaders to pray for Molly. As we did I held Molly in my arms pleading for healing, relief from constant pain, wisdom for the doctors, I literally FELT Molly's spine shift! My immediate thought and doubting brain thought that she must have moved but as she came out of my arms the look on her face I will never forget, awe, confusion, relief, joy! Speechless for what seemed like minutes she gasped and asked us to feel her spine for the bump she is so familure with and there was no bump! She says, "I don't hurt! Do you know how long it has been since I haven't hurt?!?! I have to testify about this!

Molly began her relationship with the Savior after being in an accident this past summer where she walked away instead of being mangled or even killed, that day woke her up and she realized her need for a Savior.

I think Philippians 1:6 "...he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion..." sums up Molly's story.

falling in love

In the months since I have posted I have been busy falling in love with my residents. Do you know how I know I was falling in love? I get so annoyed by them yet I miss them terribly when I'm off. I randomly text someone who has worked or come up with something I know they will want to know about the "outside world"...magazines, pictures of what I've been up to...Talk them down from episodes of bad behavior without getting angry myself and easily forgive them when they mess up.

I fell into this job knowing for certain that I would not be happy here. Mental illness has always been the one area of health care that I have had no desire to take on. But now months later I see my residents more often than I see anybody else and I enjoy having silly names for them and them for me :) I have come to love my job. God has stretched me and chalenged me and I haven't put a rubber glove on in months. I didn't know that you could do that and still be a nurse!

Very soon I will take on a new chapter in my nursing as the manager of this group of "friends". I don't know what this will hold but I am believing God to use me. He has been faithful and I have no doubt that He will continue.