I want to come home. I want to see goodness where I feel bitterness. I want joy where I feel pain. I want peace where I feel uncertainty. I want to belong where I feel disconnected. As hard and humbling as it will be, I want to come home.
It's hard not to dream of greener grass while you're standing in the brown stuff and to trust that you're not missing out on something.
If people aren’t happy with our best effort, there’s nothing that we can give that’s going to make them happy. And if we are not happy with the best effort that others give us, there's nothing that others can give us that's going to make us happy.
I would have struggled so much more if it were not for the helpful travel nurse community, so I want to pass everything I've learned onto you!
Our Heavenly Father is not holding out on us. He's not taking us for granted. He's overjoyed, and He deeply desires for us to share in His joy.
If the English language is lacking one thing, it lacks adequate verbiage to describe love.
Oh, ye patients of little patience...Don't you know I haven't forgotten you?