But those 5 hours!
A man, down the hall, screamed obscenities, at the top of his lungs for a solid hour. I prayed--mostly for staff.
Then, with only a curtain between us, I listened to a woman crying from pain.
I prayed again.
Little attention was given her (It "was" a busy night.), and the crying/pain continued.
God, why am I always praying for pain that's not relieved?
God can handle my honesty.
BUT. . . I love buts . . . I had an aha! moment.
I'd wanted, so badly, to be in a medical profession after graduation (xray or lab tech). My parents, in short, didn't think I was academically suited--a C student.
I've resented that, but I'm finally okay with it. It was not for me. I could not have stood the pain!
God knew when I didn't.
Thank You God,
Your Daughter
"For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them."
Ephesians 2: 10 NAS
Thank You God,
Your Daughter
"For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them."
Ephesians 2: 10 NAS