I began working in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit on Monday. It is amazing work... to see the sickest of kids on the mend, to see kids with major injuries overcome through miraculous turnarounds, to work with families who care deeply and are devoted to doing everything possible for their children. But it is also straining work... to see kids who've been beaten within an inch of their life by their own parents or caregivers, to do everything possible but not have enough answers to save a child, to feel like I'll never know enough, to go home wishing I could take some of the "unloved" kiddos with me.
"We do not need the grace of God to stand crises, human nature and pride are sufficient, we can face the strain magnificently; but it does require the supernatural grace of God to live twenty-four hours in every day as a saint, to go through drudgery as a disciple, to live an ordinary, unobserved, ignored existence as a disciple of Jesus. It is inbred in us that we have to do exceptional things for God; but we have not. We have to be exceptional in the ordinary things, to be holy in mean streets, among mean people, and this is not learned in five minutes." --Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest
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