I’m so thankful I can incorporate my one word, thankful, into my favorite Friday activity – Five Minute Friday, which I confess takes longer than five minutes for me to compose because I’m a
deep slow thinker, but only takes five minutes to read. That counts, right? This week, the word is celebrate.
It’s crazy to realize the things we Westerners celebrate in the USA. Sports. Movie stars. Reality TV. Music. Money. Partying.
When did our culture shift so dramatically? When did wrong become right and right become wrong?
I am a nurse. I am called to be a nurse. To care for the broken and sick. I love my work. Really love it. I don’t do it for the money. I don’t do it for the glory. I do it because sick people need to be cared for.
You may have seen all the craziness on Facebook sparked by some unfortunate words spoken by women on The View poking fun at Miss Colorado for pouring her heart out in a monologue about her career as a nurse.
It led to a hashtag — #nursesunite.
Instead of idolizing people for their fame or fortune or beauty or celebrity, how about joining with me to celebrate nurses and doctors and teachers and fire fighters and police officers? How about we celebrate the people who quietly, unassumingly serve and protect the human race?
I am not just a nurse. I am a servant. I celebrate every patient I’ve ever had the privilege of meeting. I celebrate every patient who was healed. I celebrate the families I had the chance to reassure. I celebrate 30 years of being able to play a small part in the well being of countless lives. I celebrate the Lord who called me to be his hands, his heart, his light.