Monday, August 31, 2009

A wet dog is a happy dog

My little girl is growing up. Or shall I say, my puppy is growing up. Today I took her to the beach for the first time. I was afraid she wouldn't come when I called her... right. She ran so close to me that at times she had her head between my legs. At first she ran away from the waves, but when I went in the water and called "Emma!" she joined me. She lept and played and had so much fun in the waves (and circling me in the waves).

I began thinking about waves in my life - good waves, scary waves, new waves, familiar waves. I don't always greet each change in life with a bounding leap of excitement, welcoming more. Often times I want to run the other way. Specifically, I think about nursing and how incredibly scary it is for me to think about being responsible for patients' lives. It seems easier to run the other way. I would rather not start my second semester next week (out of four). But, I've made it through one. Each wave survived makes the next not quite as bad. So next week I am going to try to be like Emma, and leap into the semester with joy, ready for what is to come.

Thank you Emma for your simple mind. And for your joy.

"One thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."
Philippians 3:13-14

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