Newly qualified
The first time you cry on shift
The first complaint made about you
The first patient that you lose
The first funeral you attend
That first safe guarding case
The first crash call you put out
The first incident form you fill in
We never forget these firsts.
They shape our first years qualified
And they can be overwhelming
They set us up for the years ahead
They can make us question ourselves
Our training,
Our God.
Why is this is so hard?! And will it always be?
Will I always carry grief like this? Will it always effect me?
My answer is
I hope so.
I mean, I hope you don't become thick skinned
Or numb to other's pain
I hope your heart stays fragile actually
Easily breaking for what breaks His again and again
That you learn to forgive yourself quickly
That you carry people but only to give them to God in prayer
That you remember that you are not God
Only He is perfect
Only He sustains
Only He holds all things together
I hope lament finds its way into your worship
And you find freedom to question Him
That you find others who are doing it too
Who are encouraging and inspiring.
I pray you never lose your love for God
And for bearing his hope in hopeless places
That you cling to the faith, joy and love that He gave you
And that you become the nurse He's made you to be.