A Week of Many Hats
This week felt like a tapestry God is still weaving—threads of diapers and deadlines, job boards and gentle prayers, a communications degree I can hold now and a stethoscope-shaped hope I’m reaching for. I rocked my baby in the quiet hours and felt the beautiful weight of calling: not a single role screaming for attention, but many voices harmonizing—mother, wife, worker, student, and maybe-soon nurse. The Bible stayed open on the table like a small window, and the breeze that came through it reminded me that purpose is less about juggling perfectly and more about abiding faithfully.
Home: The Classroom of Love
Motherhood is where my character is tested and softened at the same time. I’m learning to count time in kindness instead of minutes—how a steady voice can settle a restless nap, and how patience stretches wider than I thought when the laundry and the to-do list argue about who goes first. Marriage, too, carries its own rhythm: two travelers choosing one compass, even when the map blurs. My husband is applying for new roles and considering a job in Florida; some days we sketch timelines, other days we simply hold the unknown together. We’re learning to treat uncertainty not as a threat but as a hallway God lights one bulb at a time. In that light, we practice small obediences—listening well, speaking gently, praying over decisions, and remembering that covenant love is built from ordinary bricks stacked faithfully.
Work & Calling: An Ordinary Altar
My job keeps training my hands to serve and my heart to notice. It’s shown me that nursing isn’t only a profession; it’s a posture—a way of meeting people where they ache, including myself. Communication has taught me to carry stories with respect; nursing invites me to carry people with skill. Together they feel like two rails of the same track, guiding me toward a vocation that is both prayer and practice. I’m finishing my bachelor’s in communications with gratitude, and I’m excited to explore nursing next—not as a detour but as the next faithful step. Scripture steadies me here: the peace that guards (Philippians 4), the Shepherd who leads (Psalm 23), the dignity that dresses a woman who laughs at the future (Proverbs 31). If we do move for a job or stay and plant deeper roots, the assignment remains: obedience over outcomes, mercy over hurry, faith over fear.
Sometimes I think my heart has lived fifty years already. I’ve cried for work that mattered and for seasons that ended; I’ve praised God in waiting rooms and whispered thank-yous in kitchens after midnight. If I cry for my work again, let it be because I see its weight and its worth—and because tears can wash the window until I see Him more clearly.
Lord, braid my callings and don’t let them tangle. Teach me to mother with gentleness, to love with courage, to work with integrity, to study with wonder, and to step toward nursing with hands that remember Your touch. Lead our family whether we pack boxes or plant gardens, and make our home a lighthouse wherever You place it. Amen.
