A Calling

I’ve always held to the belief that we are each called to something in life. Sometimes it’s obvious to us, sometimes it’s not. I found nursing at the suggestion of my husband during a tumultuous time in my life. I was grasping at unraveled ends of yarn, hoping to twist them back together and make them useful again. I wanted to make a tapestry, something beautiful and whole. Instead, I was making a mess. I was angry at myself for being full of vanity and pride. When Andrew suggested I become a nurse, I shortly replied, “I’ll think about it.”

It’s been six years now since starting this journey into a field I have grown to respect and admire. One I never thought I’d find myself on. I consider myself one of the lucky few who have found a calling that is as rewarding as nursing. I am grateful I gave myself the forgiveness and permission I needed to grasp onto something new, and I’m blessed to have a partner who could see a path emerge for me that I could not. Nursing has presented a plethora of opportunities to grow personally and professionally. Here, I hope to share with you some of my personal stories and travel adventures.

I named this blog Wandering Sparrow after one of my favorite hymns, “His Eye is on the Sparrow.” I’ve always thought it a beautiful hymn that spans a great breadth of human emotion and God’s grace. When I first started nursing and again when I took my first assignment as a travel nurse I felt fear, anxiety, discouragement. Was I competent enough? Did I have the mental and emotional fortitude required? What about my community at home, how would I function without them by my side? It’s always a comforting reminder that as a child of God, I’m never truly alone no matter what part of my journey I’m on.

I don’t consider myself an excellent writer, so I hope you’ll bear with me as you explore new places with me. There’ll be more posts coming soon about my latest assignment in Long Island, NY. Much love, till next time.

“Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear, And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears; Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see; His eye is on the sparrow, and I know he watches me. I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free, For His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me.”