What an absolutely fantastic day!
I woke up, fluttering my eyes open to a blue sky, and cold air coming through my window. They leaves are starting to fall off the trees. I can't believe it! What a magical thing I've missed out on for a whole year! The beauty of fall. The beauty of death passing into life. Composting and nurturing into new growth. Cool temps reminding us to be thankful for the sunshine and warm weather.
I've had a fantastic week at work. Tough couple of days and yesterday had to stay 2 hours late just to finish my job. However I would rather everyone feel taken care of, and go home knowing I did my best and now I can rest and relax.
Today I woke up, rolled out of bed late, and laced on my running shoes for a run in the morning sun. Hit the CSU track for some intervals, then back home for weights. It has been 2 days since I last ran hard, and my body was craving it.
I showered made two cups of tea and read through Romans 9, praising God for his love.
I cooked my meals for the week, green mung bean soup, carrot-beat ginger-apricot salad, roasted green chili-house tomato-cucumber salad, black rice, and soy bean salad. Dancing around my apartment, music turned up loud, and getting inspired breaking out into song on my piano or guitar.
Life is so good. I had no plans today. I was tired and jumped into my bed for a snooze. The possibility of adventure woke me up and I carried my road bike down the steps of my apartment outside on the road. It was still sunny out around 3pm, and I hit the road close to the foothills. Overland trail to the Poudre trail and through a little town called Laporte.
The river was sparkling and reflecting sunlight and seemed to smile at me. I smiled back. Warm sunshine hugged my face every few seconds through the forest. I wissed by on my bike. I passed lots of open fields, green lush grass, and eyes resting on the crescent mountains, rolling hills, and horses eating their dinner.
I kept riding into Belveue- the town that has been harassed by the High Park Fires. The mountains seemed to get larger, and great slabs of rock appeared from no where out from behind the trees. I had entered a magical land. The bike path ended, and I peered down a quiet dirt road leading into the national park only to see the dust coming from behind a white carriage lead by a long haired Clydesdale.
I was really hungry and stopped off at a little house called the Bealvue Bean- which looked like a coffee shop. At least I could get some water. Behind the shop, a wedding was going on. The wedding party was upset because an Elk with a huge rack decided to join the bridesmaids taking pictures. Everyone was clearing out of his way. I walked into the shop- rather a small house- rustic inside with a homey feel. The guy behind the counter was really nice and suggested a sandwich with salad.
I got it to go because they were about to close. I rode back down the bike path and ate along side the river.
How relaxing! Biking back into town I needed to get some yogurt at the store, so I picked some up at Safeway then biked back to my apartment, called my sister, and watched a movie. What a wonderful day. Doing nothing planned, nothing in particular, but everything important to me. Me, God, Family, Enjoy!
I talked to my good friend Raquel. We were both discussing the hardships of having a job in health care. How we both want to spend time investing time into the people's hearts and lives, and not JUST take care of their bodies. But there are so many people- and not enough time to just sit and talk with all of them. I felt God telling me to let him take care of their hearts.
I am taking care of one lady who is diagnosed with a terminal illness- but the sad thing is this patient is not dying from the illness, but a broken heart. Basically given up on life- even though he/she has so much of a longer life to live. This is a hard place to be. The care provider. Because you want what's best for the person. And you also want to support his/her decisions. But in a way- I have realized I can not support DEATH-
I support LIFE- Even if that means the person's physical body will die first.
True life comes through knowing Jesus died to make a way to be with God- our eternal life starts now. We don't have to follow a law. Or do all the right things. The beautiful thing is, God choose us. And loves us, and by his grace he offers to save us from sin and death.
Some days I hold onto this hope, as I look in the stroke victims eyes. I think- "the rest of the world sees you as a vegetable, someone who is alive and without purpose, but I know God has you here for a purpose, you are a person, you are special, and you are God's child." I think this job has challenged me to dig deeper into my own heart to find significance in everything. In life- In death- and in uncertainty of it all.
What a wonderful day! Many thanks and blessings.
Love always.
I woke up, fluttering my eyes open to a blue sky, and cold air coming through my window. They leaves are starting to fall off the trees. I can't believe it! What a magical thing I've missed out on for a whole year! The beauty of fall. The beauty of death passing into life. Composting and nurturing into new growth. Cool temps reminding us to be thankful for the sunshine and warm weather.
I've had a fantastic week at work. Tough couple of days and yesterday had to stay 2 hours late just to finish my job. However I would rather everyone feel taken care of, and go home knowing I did my best and now I can rest and relax.
Today I woke up, rolled out of bed late, and laced on my running shoes for a run in the morning sun. Hit the CSU track for some intervals, then back home for weights. It has been 2 days since I last ran hard, and my body was craving it.
I showered made two cups of tea and read through Romans 9, praising God for his love.
I cooked my meals for the week, green mung bean soup, carrot-beat ginger-apricot salad, roasted green chili-house tomato-cucumber salad, black rice, and soy bean salad. Dancing around my apartment, music turned up loud, and getting inspired breaking out into song on my piano or guitar.
Life is so good. I had no plans today. I was tired and jumped into my bed for a snooze. The possibility of adventure woke me up and I carried my road bike down the steps of my apartment outside on the road. It was still sunny out around 3pm, and I hit the road close to the foothills. Overland trail to the Poudre trail and through a little town called Laporte.
The river was sparkling and reflecting sunlight and seemed to smile at me. I smiled back. Warm sunshine hugged my face every few seconds through the forest. I wissed by on my bike. I passed lots of open fields, green lush grass, and eyes resting on the crescent mountains, rolling hills, and horses eating their dinner.
I kept riding into Belveue- the town that has been harassed by the High Park Fires. The mountains seemed to get larger, and great slabs of rock appeared from no where out from behind the trees. I had entered a magical land. The bike path ended, and I peered down a quiet dirt road leading into the national park only to see the dust coming from behind a white carriage lead by a long haired Clydesdale.
I was really hungry and stopped off at a little house called the Bealvue Bean- which looked like a coffee shop. At least I could get some water. Behind the shop, a wedding was going on. The wedding party was upset because an Elk with a huge rack decided to join the bridesmaids taking pictures. Everyone was clearing out of his way. I walked into the shop- rather a small house- rustic inside with a homey feel. The guy behind the counter was really nice and suggested a sandwich with salad.
I got it to go because they were about to close. I rode back down the bike path and ate along side the river.
How relaxing! Biking back into town I needed to get some yogurt at the store, so I picked some up at Safeway then biked back to my apartment, called my sister, and watched a movie. What a wonderful day. Doing nothing planned, nothing in particular, but everything important to me. Me, God, Family, Enjoy!
I talked to my good friend Raquel. We were both discussing the hardships of having a job in health care. How we both want to spend time investing time into the people's hearts and lives, and not JUST take care of their bodies. But there are so many people- and not enough time to just sit and talk with all of them. I felt God telling me to let him take care of their hearts.
I am taking care of one lady who is diagnosed with a terminal illness- but the sad thing is this patient is not dying from the illness, but a broken heart. Basically given up on life- even though he/she has so much of a longer life to live. This is a hard place to be. The care provider. Because you want what's best for the person. And you also want to support his/her decisions. But in a way- I have realized I can not support DEATH-
I support LIFE- Even if that means the person's physical body will die first.
True life comes through knowing Jesus died to make a way to be with God- our eternal life starts now. We don't have to follow a law. Or do all the right things. The beautiful thing is, God choose us. And loves us, and by his grace he offers to save us from sin and death.
Some days I hold onto this hope, as I look in the stroke victims eyes. I think- "the rest of the world sees you as a vegetable, someone who is alive and without purpose, but I know God has you here for a purpose, you are a person, you are special, and you are God's child." I think this job has challenged me to dig deeper into my own heart to find significance in everything. In life- In death- and in uncertainty of it all.
What a wonderful day! Many thanks and blessings.
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