I didn’t fall in love with nursing until after I met Jesus. Oh I was called to be a nurse for sure. I have no doubt about that. But for those first 20 years? I would say we had more of a love/hate relationship.
I couldn’t get away from the memory of watching my dad die. His death made nursing really hard. But I made a promise to him and he was my childhood hero. I was determined to keep my promise to him. Funny now, I can look back and see how God used that event to make me the nurse he wanted me to be.
For 20 years, I took care of people. I was kind. I was compassionate. I was more patient with them than my own family. But I would not have said I loved my job. It was a job I happened to like. Sort of.
After Jesus? I finally understood the purpose, the calling. I fell in love with nursing. And being in love makes me want to try harder, persevere when the days are too long.
Love makes all the difference.