There are days when I feel so full of joy I think my heart is going to explode, I couldn't imagine having any other life and my end goal is in mind. I feel confident that I have what it takes to get things accomplished, and I feel hopeful for the future ahead.
And then there are other days. Days like today. Days, where after working on homework for seven hours (on a Sunday), and making yet another drug card, I hit a wall. The first big road block of the semester. I began to question, what it is that I am doing? Why is it again that I want to be a nurse? Why am I putting myself through spending another hour learning how to prevent pressure ulcers in my patients, researching congestive heart failure, and memorizing adverse reactions to antibiotics? Why am I set on recognizing heart murmurs, knowing how to administer IVs, and what to do if someone is having a stroke.
It's days like these that I must think back to the days passed. I think back to this summer taking Boke to the clinic, I think back to the countless bandages I have applied, and the countless illnesses I wished I knew how to treat. It's when I think of that beautiful clinic in the village of Ntagacha, when I remember the people who are traveling hours by foot to the hospital, it is when I think of the hope that I possess, that it makes it worthwhile. When I keep this in mind, every drug card has a face, every disease process, a name. Every memorized procedure has a place in my heart. I want to be a nurse because I want to help people. I want to make a difference in the village of Ntagacha and around the world. I want to be God's hands, helping the needy and loving the lost. I want to be a nurse, and that is just what I will do. And I'm going to do it well, with a smile on my face, and with love in my heart. I'm going to be a nurse...because that is why I was made.
I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. -Philippians 3:14
