June 2nd, 2023
I just received a letter from the Florida Board of Nursing about Scott.
It says they learned from the Office of Vital Statistics that Scott is deceased and so they have nullified his nursing license and moved his address of record from their database.
I want to scream βHOW DARE YOU??? He still lives here!!! And you canβt take his license!!! It is HIS; he worked hard for it AND he worked hard because of it and πΊπ°πΆ π©π’π·π¦ π―π° π³πͺπ¨π©π΅!!!β
Iβm angry. And I know that it doesnβt make ANY sense to be angry about that. No, he doesnβt actually live here anymore, even though every glance about this house π£π³π¦π’π΅π©π¦π΄ his memory at every moment. And no, heβll never work as a nurse again but he lived and π£π³π¦π’π΅π©π¦π₯ taking care of other people when he was here so why would you want to strip his memory of that???
And so, again, I break. This fragile house of cards that I keep building over and over again just gets blown over in oneβ¦π£π³π¦π’π΅π©.
These are the moments I have to remind myself that God is here, in even these details. See, this isnβt all flowers and rainbows and Heavenly clouds. Iβm here almost every day telling you that you have to lean on God in all of these circumstances in my writing. And thatβs still true. But Iβm not going to tell you that it always βcomes naturallyβ or is easy or is second nature at all times. I have to remind myself why I know where my help comes from. I have to purposely remember times where He has absolutely been there before and how I know it was Him. This whole thing is π¨π₯ππ§ππ©πͺππ‘ π¬ππ§πππ§π, all of it! Satan tries, at every turn, to scream in my ear βWhere is God now? Why bother worshipping Him if you canβt even feel Him here when you need Him the most?β
Oh, but God didnβt build me into a warrior for nothing. Iβve π΅π³π’πͺπ―π¦π₯ for this. I never, ever wanted to fight in this kind of battle but Iβm here for it. And when I feel angry or devastated or alone, I can remind myself of who I am and whose I am. I AM THE DAUGHTER OF A KING and our victories (mine AND Scottβs) have already been won, no matter what stupid obstacles get thrown in my way.
And maybe you can tell, from this writing, what happens when I make a conscious decision whose side Iβm taking in this. My power comes back. It courses through me now as strongly as the anger did before. I am still sad and angry that this happened; thatβs not going to change. But I can manage the effects of it better when He covers me.
So if you are feeling helpless, alone, overwrought, like this never-ending cycle is too exhausting and too much to bear, turn. Turn around and agree with His promises that He would never leave you or forsake you. You will π―π°π΅ suddenly feel overjoyed. The tragedy will not reverse itself. But you will feel an ability to keep going and fight back against the oppression of despair. Heβs got you. Fight to get back to Him when you get pulled away. Even if your fight comes in a whisper or a scream.
