Some have a tendency to think that being a doctor in business for myself is glamorous. What isn’t seen by most is the long hours, the unpaid claims, and the difficulty finding good help.
We have been blessed over almost two decades to have a few real stellar employees who could have been poster children for good work ethics.
Recently, because of life changes and family needs, the stability of our own staffing situation has changed and we’ve had to go out and search the labor pool for new qualified applicants to bring into our private practice family. Yet this time it hasn’t been so easy to find those applicants. [Read more]
I’m going to be honest…I did it again. A couple days of slogging through my life as a writer left me in the familiar comparison mode.
As I spent the last couple days putting words on paper, I found myself crying out to God, “Is this making a difference? Is it worth it? Is there any eternal kingdom value in what I’m doing? Or are you done using me?”
That might have been okay, but I did what I know better than to do…compare. “God, so and so is doing such and such. Look at the impact they are having for the kingdom. Why aren’t you using me like that?” and on and on I went. It was a slippery slope down to feelings of inferiority, doubt, and frustration.
We are better together!
As I sit still tonight and reflect on the friends and ministry team members the Lord has brought my way, I’m amazed at the variety of gifts, talents, and personalities He has created.
He looked deep into my eyes before pulling me in close for a hug and kissing me on the forehead. My son, preparing to graduate from high school, now towers over my petite frame. “It’s going to be ok, Mom.”
I smiled, not quite sure who he was trying to reassure—me or him. “I know it is, Son. God has big plans for you and I can’t wait to watch you explore the path He has set before you. And no matter where that is, I’ll always be your biggest cheerleader!”
I sat with my head in my hands, sobbing. It just seemed that the past year had offered up trials on the heels of trials, without any time to regain our footing, and this time was no different. Tired, weary, and depleted, resolutions to our challenges were unclear and the path ahead was long. [more]
I perhaps identify with the descriptors brokenhearted and crushed in spirit more now than I ever have. Even when I went through the valley of depression, I didn’t describe myself as “crushed in spirit.” The weight of the past year has been heavy but the betrayal of another left me feeling both brokenhearted and crushed in spirit. [more]