On the elevator at work Sunday morning, a medical resident I've never met before was puffing himself up by complaining about how long his night had been. He mentioned that, unlike nurses, residents don't get compensated for working the extra hour when time falls back every fall.
I humored him to his face, but really I was thinking, "Dude, that's why I went to nursing school and not medical school. You chose to do this. Didn't you know what you were getting into?"
Boom. Sanctification station. How many of you all have thought this about me every time I complain about busy-ness this fall? As Nichole Nordeman says, "I wonder now if the choice was mine. The door was open and I walked inside. Nobody had my arm twisted. I lost myself in small pieces; it happened over time."
My friend Jessi is fond
of the statement "all the things." As in, "I thought I had to do all the
things." She used this phrase a lot in a talk she gave last month about how to fail
well. And I really needed to hear it.
I have too many things
on my plate. While I appreciate those who have told me to back off, I know
it's not that season. I had that season this summer. This is the season for digging in and following through on commitments and learning things the hard way.
I just wrote and then deleted a detailed paragraph about all my time commitments this month. Suffice to say, the details don't matter. The point is, it's too much. In order to sleep and
take care of my physical self, I've cut out things that actually
mean something to me: getting to know women at church, initiating
outings with potential new friends, reading books that don't have to do
with nursing research. Because I can't do all the
things. I don't know how to be a good wife, I don't know how to make
good friends, but I do know that I'm not doing it right.
My tears have already given me a glimpse at this crumbling facade. I like to think I can do all the things. I complain about how much I have to do, so that when I do
it you know just how hard that was. I am starting a new job soon so that I can
learn to do one thing well, but until mid-December I'm going to be doing
a lot of things very poorly. And I pray that God will give me the grace not to burn any bridges along the way. Because I can't do anything right outside of Him.
Stand by Britt Nicole
I wake up to another day
I don't know if I can face
All the fears that are staring me down
Yeah, I'm trying to be brave
But I'm a thread, about to fray
I wanna stand but I don't know how
I look up and all I see is
Your love holding me
When I feel like giving up
When my heart is hurt too much
Feels like I've reached the end
No, I won't turn and run
This battle will be won
When I've done all I can
I stand stand stand
Some days I lose my place
It's a fight to keep my faith
But You are with me, I am not alone, no
But all around my world gives way
Tossed like an ocean wave
You are my rock and the storm clouds blow
On Your promise, I will stand
All other ground is sinking sand
On Your promise, I will stand
All other ground is sinking sand
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