a prayer

I’m afraid. Afraid to hope. Afraid to admit to anyone, beyond whispers to my own quivering heart, that I love my job. Having “loved and lost,” as it were, there is a very tangible fear that I’m kidding myself to think that I am doing something good here … that the amputees and aging patients I see may be helped by my work … that my coworkers may appreciate my presence … that I may have found the “right fit.” Lord, grant me the wisdom to know the next right step, and the serenity to accept each next injection-giving, wound-caring, and pain-level-documenting. Grant me patience for the patients. And please, dear Lord please, let my heart not be broken once again. Amen. #prayerofahealthcareworker