The Calling

Growing up I've always heard of people talking about getting a Calling from God. That God Calls on them to do a particular job of shorts. Whether it be a pastor, missionary, prophet, counsellor, ect. The list is endless to what God can Call you to do. Kinda like my mom. Over the years I've watched struggle with numerous thing in her life. Now I've also watched come back to life through Christ. I think it's to say that her Calling was be to Powerful Prayer Warrior, amongst other things. To me her primary Calling was to be a Prayer Warrior. I never really did understand what the Calling was all about until I was given the opportunity to become a N.A. ( Nursing Assistant ) working with Alzheimers an other with Dementias. Now I can actually say this and mean it. Cause I've worked in several different fields. Anything from constuction ( Which covers carpentry, roofing, handyman, to steel framer), dish washing, landscaping, diesel mechanics in the military, helping lay new lining for a dump, to working on a goat farm. The goat farm is where I was working when I got the chance to become a N.A. back in 04 to 05. Though for some reason ( which I figured out ) I always had problems keeping a job longer than 6 months at a time. Except the military that lasted a year. Don't ask bad memories. Anyway back to the N.A. The first facility I worked at was divided up into 4 little houses. The first one was the office, than there was lavender, red and yellow. They where arranged in a type of horse shoe, entering the drive all houses where to your left. Lavender house was the lock down house. This is where they kept the escapies an the ones prone to violence at. The Red house was for those who could basicly take care of themselves with some help. Yellow, my house, this was the main lift house. This house was for those who had suffered from strokes which were bound to wheel chairs, those who had lost all mobilty do to either Alzheimers or the medication they used to treat it. I also took care of a blind resident ( Mr Robert ) who suffered from Alcohol Dementia and a 98 year old german lady ( Miss Mary ) who just wouldn't give up, even though see could barely see an was pretty much deaf. Now I had to dress all of them, shower one in the morning, of change those who needed it, and feed two of them. Lucky by breakfast the other N.A. would get there an help with the feedings. I actually lost one on my day off. She was in her 90's, a retired R.N. from the navy. She had no family only a guardian. Her name was Miss Gladius, she was a little thing couldn't have weighed nomore than 80 pounds. Now when I started working there the first thing they tell you is try not to get to attached to your residents or any particular one. They were afraid you would show favoritism to one and not the others. I find at it's really hard not to get attached to them. I got attached to all mine. I couldn't help it. Maybe I got a little to attached to Miss Gladius there was just no way I could help it, but I find at why they tell you not to get attached when she died on my day off. That almost done me in, but I remembered I had others that depended on me. The others got check on an changed on time I didn't neglect noone. That's one thing I Will Not tolerate nor stand for is abuse or neglect to my residents. Which I had to deal with more than once in time working their. That and the thieves that where stealing these peoples meds in order to take them or sell on the street. Had a few of those too. You know this was the only job that I didn't come home complaining about night after night, maybe on occasion. That's only do to those few workers who were, well lets put it nicely. Didn't need to be in this field or needed to be behind bars. Most of the time I was coming home bragging about my residents or how eventful my night was do to a 98 year old german lady, who lucky was raised in the states, wanted to go shopping or cooking. She had no concept of time. This is what Alzheimers diesease will do. Now I had two main lifts in my house, Miss Doris an Mrs Cameal. Now Mrs Cameal's husband would caome in for breakfast or dinner. He would alternate between the two. Breakfast one week, dinner the next. He was a every nice man, always asking about her, bring her gifts or things she may need. Now Mrs Cameal was around 6'3 or 6'4 about 250 pounds dead weight. She had very and I mean vary little movement in her arms an legs. How she got this way was do to her Alzheimer medication. A nasty side side effect. Now Miss Doris a lover of men and a nudest. Trying to keep clothes on her could be a chore. Esceacialy if there males around. Thankfully I could talk her into keeping them on for me. She was younger than the rest. She was only in her 50's or 60's. She had suffered a stroke on her left side which left most of that side paralyzed. She stood about 6'1 an was 270 pounds. She was my hugger. Before I could do anything with her she had to have a hug. Which always would make my mornings that much better. I had another lady who stayed there a short while. Her name was Miss Edith totally indendent, mobile, an liked to be by her self. The only reason she was in my house was well she liked being alone an since my house had the most room. That's where they put her. Between Doris an Cameal my main to lifts, I got a good work out every morning. Like I said once I got into this field I absolutely loved it. Thats why I think this is where God has called to be. Though I'm thinking on expanding my medic knowledge by looking into either E.M.S. or Fire Rescue. The more I know, the better equipped I am to handle situtations that might accure in a A.L.F. or Nursering Home. Cause I know from experience that the L.P.N. or R.N. are not there 24/7 to handle all emergencies. So the better prepared I am the better off I am. Now I had written alot more for this post, but I felt this should explain alittle about getting a Calling from God. Cause you never know what (He) has in store for you until it's laid at before you. You just have to decide whether to take for the glory of God or for the Glory of the world. Do you know what God has Called you to be? Do you even know God? If you do and you have a good idea what (He) has called yoou to be, will you accepted it an find true joy like I did or would you rather go the way of the world and do it for money. There are 2 verses that I think may help. Col. 3;17,23: 17: Whatever you do in word or deed, do it in the name of The Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God. 23: Whatever you do work at it with all your heart as working for The Lord, not for men.