Struggling

I am struggling.

Even in my dream job.  I still love what I do and wouldn't change a thing.  This is exactly where God wants me to be... but I'm struggling.

Who knew that 2 years ago we would be plagued with Covid 19.

Two years of doing the best we can amidst the fear and anxiety, acute sickness and death.  

And now I am struggling.  Burned out.  Buzz words, but true. 

So... as part of the healing process, I'm hoping to write a few stories of the blessings of being a chaplain.  I know that this blog helped when dealing with my mom, so am hoping it will help again.  

And I plan this week to be able to tell the story of contacting a therapist.

So this isn't a story from today but last week... I was able to do 2 baby blessings on my birthday.  As I was chatting with one of the families, we got to talking about being a chaplain and I mentioned that baby blessings were one of my favorite parts of the job.  And the dad invited me to come anytime I wanted while they were still in the hospital to visit their baby.  The next day I saw the dad as they were getting ready to leave and he gave me a big hug and wished me well.  Such a blessing!