Grateful.

I don't usually like to divulge my feelings to anyone and everyone, but I am so grateful for the tender mercies I have had the past few days.

Up until now, I have just been working casual at my old job in Long Term Care to hold me over until I get a job in a more active hospital. Its not ideal, and yes, its frustrating to have a degree in a field where I KNOW there is work but no jobs, but hey, I'm just happy to have a nursing job...it could be worse (like the girl I graduated with that works at Costco, for example).

For the past couple months, I was getting almost full-time hours, so I wasn't too worried. Well, when I handed in my March availability (which consisted of me being available every day, every shift), I was booked for 4 shifts for the entire month. Uhh...thats a problem. Did I mention that degree is accompanied by some significant student loans? Because it is. 4 shifts was not going to cut it.

So I did what I should have done long ago...prayed long and hard. I made a deal with my Heavenly Father that I would step things up in my spiritual life: I was going to pray MORNING and night with REAL intent, I was going to STUDY the scriptures for a decent amount of time each day, and I was going to try harder to listen to and follow the promptings of the spirit. His end of the bargain? Help me find work...whatever that entailed.

That was Monday. Tuesday came around, I applied for jobs, and I called all 3 of my managers to see if there were any open shifts. Nothing. So I had them leave my name in case there were any sick calls.

Then Wednesday morning comes around. First thing I get a call from my manager, who had an open shift on the Palliative unit for the weekend. I haven't worked as an RN on Palliative, so she wondered if I could come in the next 2 evenings and do some training shifts. So relieved that I didn't have to sit at home for the next 2 days, I accepted the shifts. Life was good, and my prayers were answered.

But then today it got better. As I get to work, I meet up with my manager who tells me she's booked me solid next week with a few shifts the week after. Call it coincidence, good luck, or whatever. I call it an answer to prayer.

"Truly the Lord is good to all"