Thursday, May 09, 2019
Honoring Jesus and Nurses
So it is Nurse's Week where we give honor and recognition to all the nurses. Hospitals, Dr. offices, Rehab centers, home health, pregnancy centers, and on and on. And I do love and appreciate nurses. I am that guy that stops at the desk on the way out of hospitals to thank them for the way they care for patients.
But there is another reason I love nurses. My family is full of them. Both our girls, Julie and Jamie, are nurses. So is a sister-in-law, a couple of nieces, a cousin that might as well be a sister, and her daughter. Our family reunions have to be the healthiest gatherings around.
So I love nurses. But here is what makes this group so special.
They are living out their faith. Nursing is a natural extension of who they are. Loving, caring, serving, healing. You know... like Jesus.
They sometimes pray with their patients. I have been stopped by people who went out of their way to tell me how one of these made all the difference in their sickest moments. Some have burst into tears when they recognized their nurse was someone they go to church with. They have stayed late just to be with someone in need.
Nursing is exhausting. Long hours and often not even time to eat. They pray, cry, clean up, hold hands, and touch hearts. They ask tough questions, give shots and meds, answer questions. They care for babies, moms to be, kids, adults, and old people.
And they are all women of faith. They have their own battles and struggles. They put all these aside to extend care. And they are wives, moms, sisters, aunts, friends, and daughters.
They are the ones we all call when sick or in the ER. And they show up.
They see people at their worst and give them their best.
Because that is who they are.
Because of Jesus.
So I am blessed to know them. Nurses ... or ministers. Maybe angels.
Hands and feet of Jesus. To look in their eyes is to see him.
So honor to whom honor is due.
I love my family of nurses.
And they will all tell you it is because of Jesus.
And they are right.
But there is another reason I love nurses. My family is full of them. Both our girls, Julie and Jamie, are nurses. So is a sister-in-law, a couple of nieces, a cousin that might as well be a sister, and her daughter. Our family reunions have to be the healthiest gatherings around.
So I love nurses. But here is what makes this group so special.
They are living out their faith. Nursing is a natural extension of who they are. Loving, caring, serving, healing. You know... like Jesus.
They sometimes pray with their patients. I have been stopped by people who went out of their way to tell me how one of these made all the difference in their sickest moments. Some have burst into tears when they recognized their nurse was someone they go to church with. They have stayed late just to be with someone in need.
Nursing is exhausting. Long hours and often not even time to eat. They pray, cry, clean up, hold hands, and touch hearts. They ask tough questions, give shots and meds, answer questions. They care for babies, moms to be, kids, adults, and old people.
And they are all women of faith. They have their own battles and struggles. They put all these aside to extend care. And they are wives, moms, sisters, aunts, friends, and daughters.
They are the ones we all call when sick or in the ER. And they show up.
They see people at their worst and give them their best.
Because that is who they are.
Because of Jesus.
So I am blessed to know them. Nurses ... or ministers. Maybe angels.
Hands and feet of Jesus. To look in their eyes is to see him.
So honor to whom honor is due.
I love my family of nurses.
And they will all tell you it is because of Jesus.
And they are right.
