*pardon my incoherence*
Like stitches to a gaping wound…
My patients help to heal me. After such traumatic injury and repeated insults to what was already damaged, they bring me together and make me whole again.
They don’t know it, but they give me more than anything that i could ever give to them. And they don’t know how grateful i am to be a nurse to them, as they are nurses to me.
I don’t know how it happens, really.
The wound may still be there. The wound may still be bursting at its seams. The wound may still hurt. But i am being contained, edges brought together, and it is not bleeding. I am not bleeding anymore.
I can only hope that nothing will tear me into pieces once more and undo all the healing work that my patients have unknowingly done for me.
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not rely on your own insight. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make straight your paths. Be not wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord, and turn away from evil.”
“It will be healing to your flesh and refreshment to your bones.”
“Not that i complain of want; for i have learned, in whatever state i am, to be content.”
“I can do all things in Him who strengthens me.”