A guest blog
Lately I've really been trying to listen to Father and be aware of how I'm spending my money, my time, my resources. I just want to see life in the big picture. I'm afraid of getting to the end of my life and realizing I sacrificed a life of making a difference eternally for a life that was comfortable and full of empty material possessions.
Earlier in this week I received a series of emails from one specific individual. I was intrigued to read her emails and to see someone else's side of the story. A story of how the Father has worked in her life too, a tale of what she sees on a daily basis and how like the rest of us her heartache's for the things she sees. It made me wonder how many of us feel like this on a daily basis..? Some people work to change the world and others like me, only think about it.
I've changed her email so that it reads anonymously.....
"I was reading your blogs last night. I've had a lot of the same thoughts. I work for the state of Florida as a nurse manager for kids with chronic medical needs. My heart is totally with the underdogs of the world. My husband travels all over the world, and I've been to enough places to realize what a spoiled American princess I am. He tells me what working conditions are like for the Chinese, the Romanians, etc. Riding a bike to work in pouring rain for miles and miles to get to work, for example. And numerous families living in a tiny apartment surrounding the factory they work at.
I get hot over things like immigration and people not wanting to let the poor, underserved have a chance at a better life. As a nurse for the Dept of Health, ALL the services we can provide for "illegal aliens" are immunizations and life-threatening emergency care. Period. And you can't get other benefits or jobs without a Social Security number.
I have strayed a bit from my intent to get on my soapbox, I'm sorry.
Anyway, I stretch the state's money to help arrange care for these children's medical needs. Then, I walk into a business building with marble floors and mahoghany walls and I am stunned by the squander of money. And I am guilty of it, too, even though I work to help single moms put food on the table and diapers on their 13 year olds with cerebral palsy or spina bifida.
It is a HUGE thing to ponder."
To the one who wrote this....Thank you for sharing your story, and your heart. I love ya!
Beautiful Feet
Earlier in this week I received a series of emails from one specific individual. I was intrigued to read her emails and to see someone else's side of the story. A story of how the Father has worked in her life too, a tale of what she sees on a daily basis and how like the rest of us her heartache's for the things she sees. It made me wonder how many of us feel like this on a daily basis..? Some people work to change the world and others like me, only think about it.
I've changed her email so that it reads anonymously.....
"I was reading your blogs last night. I've had a lot of the same thoughts. I work for the state of Florida as a nurse manager for kids with chronic medical needs. My heart is totally with the underdogs of the world. My husband travels all over the world, and I've been to enough places to realize what a spoiled American princess I am. He tells me what working conditions are like for the Chinese, the Romanians, etc. Riding a bike to work in pouring rain for miles and miles to get to work, for example. And numerous families living in a tiny apartment surrounding the factory they work at.
I get hot over things like immigration and people not wanting to let the poor, underserved have a chance at a better life. As a nurse for the Dept of Health, ALL the services we can provide for "illegal aliens" are immunizations and life-threatening emergency care. Period. And you can't get other benefits or jobs without a Social Security number.
I have strayed a bit from my intent to get on my soapbox, I'm sorry.
Anyway, I stretch the state's money to help arrange care for these children's medical needs. Then, I walk into a business building with marble floors and mahoghany walls and I am stunned by the squander of money. And I am guilty of it, too, even though I work to help single moms put food on the table and diapers on their 13 year olds with cerebral palsy or spina bifida.
It is a HUGE thing to ponder."
To the one who wrote this....Thank you for sharing your story, and your heart. I love ya!
Beautiful Feet
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