More than a week in Haiti following the devastating
earthquake, trying to figure out what my part in all this is…I looked around
me. Me…”just a nurse”…someone who had
had lots of varying, different experiences, who had been a Staff Sergeant in
the Army, jumped out of airplanes, been a part of a Patriot Missile system to
shoot down enemy aircraft, married to an amazing man, gave birth to the most
beautiful daughter…here I find myself in the middle of Port-au-Prince, where I
have no business being.
Sure, I had run over 500 medical clinics by myself, in the
jungles of Honduras, given CPR to people who have died as I am the “only hope”
they have, and knowing the ambulance will never come…that people look to me for
answers well beyond what I can give them…it’s just me…little old me…and who am
I?!?!?! I keep thinking, “I’M JUST A
NURSE!!!....WHAT DO I KNOW?!??!?” but
God knows what I know…and He will equip me…and He will give me just what I
need…
I taught childbirth education for over 20 years before I
even left for the mission field. I did
an internship for over a year in a maternity ward delivering many a baby…but
let’s just face it – I had resources…other nurse…other doctors…an OR for
goodness sake that could save me from the potential complications of what
childbirth means, MONITORS that would tell me a baby’s heartbeat and
contractions, but I was by myself, completely and alone.
But like any good soldier, like any good nurse, like any
good Christian…I dug down deep….What do I know…what are my resources…what do I
have available to me?
So I put on the pair of gloves I had in my pocket, and
assessed my situation. I had 2 alcohol
swabs, one pair of clamps, and one pair of bandage scissors, and God…those were
my resources, and that was sufficient…
So I laid this mama down, and assessed the situation…
To be continued…
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