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Vacation

Whew!  It's been a long time since I've blogged! 

Now that I'm on "vacation" it seems appropriate that I spend some time here.  It's been a long day!

Last night we returned from a weekend at "home" (Manitou Springs) with most of our family.  It was great except now I have the itch to return.  For the past few years I've been fine with living in MO but Joel and I were both a mess of tears because we didn't want to leave.

I came up with a plan for our return but I'm hesitant to get to far ahead of myself since our last "plan" to move was squashed by God being such a prankster and inviting me into ministry.  I'm hesitant to see what God has in mind next!  Even if God approves of my plan it will be sometime before we can put it into effect.  For now, I'll check out Iliff's Dmin and PhD programs for fun.  I've got a few things to finish up in MO before jumping that hurdle. 

Today was my first chance to shadow at the hospital.  My first death there.  I was surprised by how much it resembled the role play we did last week. 

I really enjoy my time at the hospital.  It's crazy and hectic but it's very satisfying...gratifying.  I'm actually finding myself feeling thankful to the board or ordained ministry for my rejection and suggestion/requirement of taking a unit of CPE.  Yep, I said grateful.  I can barely eek out grateful but there it is.  I am grateful to be in CPE--that is absolutely true even if I can't quite say thanks to the boom! 

Comments

Mompriest said…
CPE is really awesome. It will serve you well! Even it was a hard way to get there....enjoy your vacation, rest well.
revkjarla said…
I don't know what happened, but CPE is great. Also...how are your wrists????

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