I am a planner.
I love to make plans.
Vacation plans, house plans, gardening plans...I love 'em all. Making lists, gathering supplies, getting organized; I am in my happy place when I am in charge of planning.
Having kids made planning an essential part of my everyday life. There's so much to plan each and every morning: meals, school projects, volunteering, after-school activities...the list goes on and on. I love it; truly, I do.
When I'm making these little plans, I usually don't involve God. I feel like He's probably way too busy to concern Himself with whether Isabel should take another art class, or I should volunteer to drive Gabe's preschool class to the zoo. Seriously, I think I can handle the small stuff.
It's when the big stuff comes up that I turn to Him. Last summer, when I had decided to try for a new position at work, I totally put the plans in His hands. I can't say I wasn't disappointed when His plan involved me NOT getting the job, but I did trust His decision (after a few minutes of discussing it with Him...)
Turns out I was right to trust Him. I stayed in the SICU, I helped certain patients that I think I was meant to help, and I have landed a dream job.
On Tuesday morning, the nurse recruiter at my hospital called me with good news. I was chosen to be the new nursing supervisor, helping to replace one of the current supervisors who is retiring.
What does this mean for me?
More money. Same hours (20/week). Back to evening/night shifts, which I love. No more poop clean-up. No more lifting 500-plus pound patients, breaking my back and who knows what else. Did I mention more money? Oh, and a bit more responsibility. To be chosen for this job is a dream come true; please excuse me while I float on cloud nine for a few minutes...
Okay, I'm back.
Tonight, Joe took me out to dinner to celebrate while Kay watched the kids. We had a great date, and it felt so nice to bask in the pride that Joe feels for me. I graduated nursing school fifteen years ago, and this feels like a culmination of all the experience I have gained over that time. I've been so content to be the one cheering for everyone else's accomplishments in my family...it's fun to be the one being cheered on, even it's just for a moment.
God proves Himself to be a loving, faithful god over and over again. Maybe I will start giving over my daily plans to Him; clearly, He's good at His job :)
(Don't worry, Michelle; you'll have a new source of gross hospital stories soon...right, Danielle?)