A Bridge

You know God showed me something I'd never really thought about concerning this whole doctoring thing.

I hadn't really thought about it from the perspective of the patient, especially the critical patient.

You walk in.
You take charge.
You're saying all these words they don't understand.

Now is the point where a few things can happen...

They live/are okay and they think its because of you. This was what God really impressed upon me. "They think its you when its Me." Patients will think it was my expertise, the studying I've done, the knowledge I've gained but I'm just a bridge...from where the patient is to where God is. Now obviously I had to do a lot of work to be able to be that bridge but that's all I will be.

I'm a bridge.

They aren't okay but eventually are and its still God. I've done all I can as a bridge so God's going to have to carry you the rest of the way. This is a point wherein I can point out "That was God!"

They aren't okay and this is the hardest part because that's still God. And I hope they can see that too.

I also think about how a person really becomes a whole person when they exit the womb and there I stand on the other side, on the Earth side, ready to receive them. Insuring their passage here is smooth and that they have someone to nurture them once they get out (aka taking care of momma).

God,

Order my steps as I endeavor to study and show myself approved. I've never been as happy as I am right now on a consistent basis and I know that's because this work is exactly what you designed me to do. Lord, let me not forget how difficult it was to get here and how much you've entrusted in me even as a bridge. To be the thing people see, visible where You're invisible, let me never forget that its You. Its always You. Even if I use my hands, its the knowledge You've allowed me to understand and sometimes the prayers I'm sure I'll pray in the OR. Let me always remain in awe of your most prized creation. You went to the cross for each and every patient I'll ever have. You love them dearly. Let me never lose sight of that even when I've been awake 24 hours. Help me remember that they are someone's mother, sister, friend, daughter, or aunt and that they deserve the best I can give them. Lord this calling is weighty but being in my calling is light. I'm so grateful to be what people see and thankful that I've been through enough to realize its never me and always You.
I love You.

Philise