First, I thought I would share some of the verses that have been with me for most of the summer, verses I keep going back to and try to keep in mind.
"Seek things above...not earthly things." "Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts..."
--Colossians 3v 2&15
"Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful." "Be wise in the way you act towards outsiders; make the most of every opportunity." "Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you know how to answer everyone."
--Colossians 4v 2,5&6
Summer has flown by, as most summers tend to do. Short, but so sweet.
Riding three-wide, between two of my favorite boys, on the front bench of a worn pickup truck. Humidity heavy in the air, dusk, watching the corn run over endless hills. I thought about all of the little moments--just driving to no where in particular on a hot July night.
- Learning how to ride a dirt bike! (Even if I stalled the thing a couple of times, I never thought I would actually work one by myself. Now I have.)
- A day on the water, exhausted and burnt from the sun and bruised from a stubborn knee board, but a wonderful afternoon with best friends, none-the-less.
- Holding a crying, 24-hour old, baby girl to my chest trying to coax her back to sleep; dark, wispy curls covering her beautiful newborn head.
- Applying lotion to the cool hands of a dying school teacher, as she tries to hold back tears of desperation and fear. A stubborn, brave spirit.
- Sunday lunch at home. No words can describe the intensity, the love, and the food, experienced at our dining room table.
- Long walks with Bailey in the worst blankets of heat imaginable, with strawberry popsicles to reward our attempts at thoroughly dehydrating ourselves.
On a more serious note, I had a near-death experience at the hands of an elderly gentlemen in a Lincoln town-car. Not a highlight of my summer, but something I will always remember! If he hadn't been deterred by first hitting my vehicle, he would have directly run me over as I sold vegetables at the farmer's market stand. Instead he pealed backwards and forwards, ramming my booth with his Lincoln, twice. The third time he drove forward, I gathered my wits and ran towards his vehicle and turned the ignition off for him.
Poor Mr. Elsworth.
Poor me!
Post-adrenaline rush migraines are the worst.
Work has been going well. Honestly, I couldn't have asked for anything more. I love my job. Sounds so simple, but it is so true. In the future I've decided that I'll share short stories from experiences I've had as a nurse. Maybe someday I'll even write a book.
Maybe. Maybe not.
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