If I had a dollar for each time that question comes up, I just might soon have enough money to pay for some textbooks!!

So why did I decide to go to nursing school?

It all started over 20 years ago, as I stood by my brother’s hospital bed. My 5-yr old mind could not comprehend all that was going on with him. Why was he in that bed? What were all those wires that were attached to him? Why must he stay there? When would mommy & daddy come home to stay? The list of questions went on and on. I just couldn’t understand what all was happening. All these unanswered questions reached a climax one day when my aunt took me to see my parents and Jordan. While talking with the doctor, they looked down to see tears streaming down my face. And this would not be the last time that tears would stream down my face, when I would see my brother laying in a hospital bed.

As I grow older and older, I wanted to help people. I loved serving others and doing things that may lighten their load. My journey did not go as I thought it ideally should go – and that was to start nursing school at 18-years old.

Life took a much different turn!

The doors did not open into nursing, but rather at 20-years old, I found myself on a plane headed to Nicaragua. 

Those 2 years were some of the best in my life, as I spent them surrounded by many hurting people. Yes, I became exhausted, distraught, frustrated, upset, and many other things, but I knew this was where God called me to be. As I served them, the desire to become a trained medical professional once again became stronger and stronger.

One experience was that of going out to home to change the dressing on a young boy’s hands. A young man, who was born with clubbed hands. I felt so inadequate, as I used my basic knowledge to take care of him.

Many other experiences aided in strengthening that desire: taking care of little boy with hydrocephalus, seeing a smile break out on the face of a little boy with cerebral palsy, lending a motherly hand to a little one burning up with a fever.

The desire became a calling!

At the end of my 2-year commitment, I returned back to PA, as a changed woman. I began the process of application to the local community college and that is where the process of nursing school started.

So why did I start nursing school?

I felt the call of God to serve other around me when they most need the help – when they are possibly at their lowest point.

I claim the following Scriptures as I serve Him in this area:

“For I was hungry and you gave Me food, I was thirsty and you gave Me something to drink, I was a stranger and you brought Me together with yourselves and welcomed and entertained and lodged Me, I was naked and you clothed Me, I was sick and you visited Me with help and ministering care, I was in prison and you came to see Me. Then the just and upright will answer Him, Lord, when did we see You hungry and gave You food, or thirsty and gave You something to drink? And when did we see You a stranger and welcomed and entertained You, or naked and clothed You? And when did we see You sick or in prison and came to visit You? And the King will reply to them, Truly I tell you, in so far as you did it for one of the least of these My brethren, you did it for Me.” Matthew 25:35-40

He came not to be served, but to serve! How much more can I let my light shine in this area that He has called me to!

Until next time,