Happy Nurses Week!
I am so grateful for so many who serve in this life-changing career; hearts full of compassion, extended arms of grace, and a light in the darkness. Personally, I’ve had the honor of working with the most amazing nurses for the past 7 years in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit (PICU). The Lord has humbled me through this ministry as He grants supernatural strength to walk with families through unimaginable tragedies and trials. Some of the darkest times in the life of a family take place in hospitals. You see families standing around their child with wads of tissues, praying, overwhelmed by the amount of machines and full of fear. For nurses, there are days when you are so exhausted (physically and emotionally) that you can’t help but just cry because of everything you’ve just experienced. I’ve cared for teens who have attempted suicide, babies that have been abused, children who have been diagnosed with cancer, a child who was fatally shot from a gunfire, sick children with no families around to support, and unknown diseases and illnesses that ravage the most vulnerable.
I’ve heard some say you just have to do your job and complete the tasks. Take away all emotion. However, I can’t. And I won’t. The essence of taking care of a sick child and their family should be the overflow of compassion; putting yourself in their shoes, and building relationships and trust as you seek to provide the best care possible. With life and death literally hanging in the balance, nurses give their all to save precious children. You put your thumbs on that baby’s chest and push, push, push, and push all that you’ve got as others run in and give medications, seeking to save this baby’s life. In the midst of loss within the PICU, you weep with those who weep and mourn with those who mourn. And in the midst of all the joys of seeing a child healed and recover to go home, you rejoice with those who rejoice (Romans 12:15)! Every tear is worth it because you realize that life is precious and it’s a gift. You realize that we don’t deserve good health but it’s God who sustains, provides and blesses. Your perspective on life completely changes as you hold a crying mother whose son has just died from cancer. Your perspective on life is humbled as you see a father and mother kiss their little girl’s forehead in tears as she fights for her life against a respiratory infection.
For me, I am privileged to work in a profession where I see the very best in humanity. I work alongside true heroes, those who selflessly work to make the world a better place. One of the greatest joys of my life is to be a nurse and to help bring healing and wholeness in the midst of hurt and pain. As a Christian, serving as a nurse is a tangible way to push against the affects of the fall (Gen. 3), and practice neighbor love (Mark 12:31). So, during this special week, where we celebrate the angels who watch over us in our time of greatest distress, please know, nurses, that you truly “make a difference.”