“As healthcare workers, our souls get so battered and beaten. We are wrung out at work, utterly and completely. We stumble home as shells of ourselves. Body, mind, and soul drained and numb. Where do we go from there? Is there any rest for the weary? Is there any hope in the endless rhythm of twelve-plus-hour shift work? “

Thus my friendship with the Lord began. The relationship had been there since I was thirteen, but now I had stepped into spiritual maturity. It takes maturity to come to the point where you want to listen as much as you want to speak.

God has been showing me that He loves me just because He made me; he “knitted me together.” Like these tiny souls who are wholly dependent, helpless, needy- so are we. And so do we have value and worth just because we are His children.