The beauty of a wake up call
Just a quick update...
So, juggling the new ball of being SRA has proven to be quite challenging. But, hey, I really do love a good challenge. I have to say that clinicals, projects, papers, tests, incidents, interviews, interviewing, planning, programs, schedules, weddings (now please think about that one before you jump to any conclusions)...it really is a crazy time in my life. And you know what lesson God has been teaching me at this point. Don't be so dang pessimistic. I never really saw myself as the most positive person, but I also didn't ever see myself as a horribly negative person. I liked my comfy middle ground. Well, as of late, I have found myself joining in the crowd of whiners, complainers, naysayers, and altogether unhappy people; especially when the subject is the MSOE nursing program.
Now, thanks to the beauty of God's grace and the very wise words of a very sweet man in my life, I see the error of my ways. I know that there are things that will always make me want to pull my hair out. But just in the past couple of days I have realized how much I've lost sight of the reasons I was drawn to this school. I will gain experience I would not find at other schools. I will have no problems finding a job. I will learn and grow and lead and follow and show Christ's love in the process. I often have wondered why God took me away from my home in Stevens Point and the friends I hold so dear there. Why? Because it was necessary. Because God was leading me to a new place so I could grow, help others grow, impact others and be impacted by them. I know I might be babbling and making no sense...deal, it's what I do.
Basically, I have to say that I love this school for so many reasons. I am thankful God brought me here. I have the strength and love of my Savior, friends that care for me, people who inspire me, those God has asked me to lead, a boyfriend who has shown me what "living out" the love of God looks like. What in the world am I complaining about?!? I suppose this is my kick in the butt. I really am praying for joy, love, and a genuine positive outlook on where I'm at right now. But, in the end, though I can do no good without God, I have to CHOOSE to live out my days with those attributes. And, I do....so there!
Oh, and Jake...if you haven't heard it enough already, I love you and I feel so blessed that God has brought you into my life. And at this point, to the shock and horror of many, I can't find any words...
posted by Katie @ 3:18 AM
2 Comments:
An indirectly-related aside -- Real cynics use discretion: we're optimistic but always analyzing, always wary. There's nothing wrong with that. It is the hyper-optimist with whom we all ought be concerned, for they check their judgment at the door in favor of a bliss they likely will never find. Optimists never think about it this way, in favor of dismissing the cynical because they're not following company line, which begs the question: who's really the cynic??
You're a good kid with a sharp head on your shoulders...you wouldn't be my sister otherwise. ;) You'll know when to throw down the happy throttle and when to exercise caution. I bet you already do.
Katie Hanson cannot find the words! SHOCKED! I think that is the 8th seal that is to be broken....wait a minute...
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