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Continue reading →: I’m not a medication technician. I’m a nurse.I met him at the time clock. “How are you?” “Great, now.” He smiled reaching for the barcode side of his badge to swipe out. It was the end of our shifts. He worked the observation unit where patients stay in the hospital for less than 24 hours. He admitted…
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Continue reading →: A prayer of thanksI just want to thank you. I’ve never smelled the color nine, like Chris said, finding you is like trying to. I know you’re here you’re real you’re near. No grey-headed crank or long-robed saint nor motherly intent could reach to the place of turmoil inside and calm the waves…
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Continue reading →: RestTime for bed time to take my weary head and lay it down upon a sham and close my lids tuck and press until i find that perfect rest. I’ll die in a sense no defense no pretense no justification no preparation. If burglar comes i won’t be ready if…
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Continue reading →: Confessions of a comfort addictI’m getting nervous ya’ll. On Monday I start the capstone class for my BSN. I’ve been trying to sit with this uneasiness and discern where it’s coming from. I’ve decided it’s just the discomfort of being stretched beyond my zone. I’m a comfort addict. And a chronic conflict-avoider. Those scriptures…
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Continue reading →: Sermon notes: Stay married like you’re not. Stay single like you’re not…Today my pastor preached from a section of scripture that stirs up all kinds of conversations and historical prudish or bizarre teachings about sex, marriage and singleness. Despite the potential for dangerous interpretation, he did a great job of bringing the truth to light. I was keenly interested in this…
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Continue reading →: Nauseating memories, hard questions and my hopeJust before driving into the town I grew up in my oldest son, a sophomore, asks the big questions. We took the 17 hour drive in two day chunks, making our way to Oakland, Oregon, just a few miles from Roseburg, Oregon, the small town I was born and raised…
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Continue reading →: Do you believe in the church?Christian, do you believe in the church? I mean, we believe in God, we believe in Jesus, we believe in the Holy Spirit, we believe in the redeeming death and resurection of Jesus Christ as the work that makes us right with God, but do we believe in the church?…
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Continue reading →: A PSA from a short-of-breath nurse: Don’t go to the hospital to get pampered.(Image credit here) Amidst the cacauphony of I.V. alarms, bed alarms, chair alarms, call bells, overhead pages for code blue, code purple, stroke alert, ringing phones and the chatter of nurses, nurse’s aids, doctors, therapists and social workers, a nephrologist walks up behind me at the nurse’s station where I’m…
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Continue reading →: Arguing with a sovereign God: Confessions of a back talkerToday at church a guest pastor preached. And I mean preached. And it hit me right upside the head. Both this week and last my pastor, and the pastor who preached today, brought a message about the sovereignty of God and how it is that people come to salvation by…
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Continue reading →: confessions of a conflict-avoiderI once lied to my husband and kids about who drank the last cup of coffee. As soon as the words came out of my mouth I thought, “Sheila, you just lied to avoid conflict about coffee.” I realized how rediculous it was, lying about coffee. “Eh-hum, I’m sorry guys.”…
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