I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
For the first time in seven weeks, I did not get up and go to the nursing home on Monday morning. Kind of strange to think I've been there every week day since March 16th, even though three of those days I had to turn around and go home. Most of the training is over. I've been through a drug screening, a background check, and been fingerprinted. I've had titers drawn, received a flu shot, and had a physical. I've been instructed, quizzed, and tested. My borders have been stretched and I continue to find God equipping me to do much more than I ever imagined possible.
If all goes according to plan (big "if"), I will work three twelve hour days each week; Tuesday, Friday, Saturday, then Sunday, Wednesday, Thursday, and then back to Tuesday, Friday, Saturday again. It's been a gradual increase of time on my feet. My knee is balking, but my feet appear to be getting used to the action.Whenever I'm not sure my body can take the action, I recall that God has placed me here and trust Him to provide the strength. Whenever I'm not sure what to do, I think of my mom and ask myself how I would take care of this person if it was her. What if this was my mom (or grandma)? How would I respond if this was my dad (or grandpa)? There are still factors that make me uncomfortable, but as the work becomes familiar, it also gets easier. Keep me in your thoughts and prayers.