I found this in my drafts from four years ago… wild are the winding walkways on which I’ve wandered.
Several years ago, I stopped saying that I work as a nurse so that my husband can do vocational ministry. We’re both in ministry. Whether I’m waiting tables or taking care of dying people, it’s all worship. It’s all service. It’s all ministry.
But dang, there is something seriously sacred about taking care of dying people. I’ve never left a day of work wondering if I did anything of importance. I haven’t had a crisis of career or purpose since taking that first hospice job.
I think I still feel this way.