
First post of 2016! No need to tell you how busy I have been. A few things have changed, I went back to university for my Intensive Care certificate, went to GYC at the end of last year, decided to ask my nurse manager to have all my Sabbaths off(another post to come), signed up to become a GYC ambassador, became more involved in my local church, became a member of a little Bible study group and so much more.
Those changes brought along a lot of adjustments, after four months of studying, not having enough sleep, reading arrhythmias that look like Chinese to me, survived a preceptorship in the surgery and medicine ICU unit, I finally received my ICU RN certificate. Praise God! I started working, became a little bit comfortable then I was told by my nurse manager that I need to fill in for a maternity-leave in the cardiac ICU ward. What? another adjustment?
I am a orthopaedic and plastic surgery nurse through and through, I've done it for three years now. I can tell you all about the surgeries, the related complications, the treatments. I do not mind the bone sticking out, the tractions, the big incisions and everything that comes with it but sounds gross to my sister and friends(even some who are nurses). I panicked when I learned that I was about to become a nurse in a cardiology unit, not any cardiology unit but the Intensive Care. I was about to land in foreign territory. Imagine, chest pain, heart beating to slow, heart beating too fast, heart doing whatever it wants, heart's arteries blocking. OK you get the picture! I love to fix things, I see the problem, I talk to the doctor, we decide on a plan and we FIX it!
Now, when a patient tells me that he is having chest pains, or when the monitor is showing all kinds of weird rhythms so very far from everything that I want it to show, I have to think and fast, I have to make a quick decision. My heart also decides usually to join in the game and races also.

Strangely enough, I love it, I love the challenge, I love that I need to be on my "A" game all the time, I love that I have to
depend more on Christ to give me wisdom, I love that my nose is more in the books, studying, I love that my patient can see and understand that I want to do my best, I love that I am no longer comfortable.
In the middle of all that, by being a Christian and seeing friends going on mission trips, doing more overseas, living on farms, moving out of the cities, leaving their jobs to become full-time missionaries, I felt that I was not doing enough. I felt ashamed being a nurse sometimes. I couldn't share the blessing that nursing represented in my life, I couldn't talk about how I love it when God uses me to comfort a patient or bring hope to a family who lost a loved one. How could I share my testimony with them when I am living in the comfort of North-America. I should be with them, working day and night in a missionary field somewhere in Africa, Haiti, South America. Even closer home, I should be participating in any evangelistic effort that is going on in North-America( Pathway to health, Glow during the super bowl season). the truth of the matter is, being a nurse your schedule is not that flexible.
I never felt content where God put me, I was more focused on everything that was going on around me, what other people were doing. If you have read my last blog of 2015, I have made the decision to love my Saviour differently and completely, so my focus had to change, I had to accept the reality that He put me where I am for a reason and I am called to serve Him and be faithful where I am planted. I am a missionary in the hospital where I work, in the church where I worship, in the house where I live, in the community that I call mine.
I might never move to Africa, I might never have the opportunity to move back to Haiti, I might never live in another community but that is not what is important to God . The question will be, how did you serve Me and your brothers and sisters in the corner of the world with which I trusted you? did you point them to Me?
This year, as I am dealing with another category of patients(mostly between life and death), I hug a little bit tighter, I hold hands a little bit longer, I say words of encouragement a little bit more often, I pray a little bit more frequently, I share Christ a little bit bolder, I study a little bit deeper. I am happy that a few of my friends are serving God, but instead of wasting my energy in questioning my calling and their calling, I am using my energy to pray for them, to encourage them and to work for God where I am established.
All of that because by the grace of God I finally recognize that I am a missionary in this small town in Canada an I made the decision this year to be
content and faithful where He trusted me to be.
"His lord said unto him, Well done, you good and faithful servant: you have been faithful over a few things, I will make you ruler over many things: enter into the joy of your lord."Matthew 25:21