Love without words

Love speaks a language that is deeper, lovelier, and more eloquent than any we know and speak. Love crosses every boundary- race, religion, class. And the beauty of love is that it was designed by a heavenly author.

My former youth pastors recently adopted a little girl from China. She is almost 7 and doesn't speak a lick of English. I would venture to say their Chinese is about as good. But the reports I have heard are incredible. She laughs with them, plays, hugs, cuddles, and trusts them, without being able to really communicate. It's the beauty of love.

At work, the ladies who cook in the back all speak Spanish. Despite my 4 years in school, I definitely am not proficient in the language by any means. But I say hola and pat them on the back, and ask about their ninos, and smile with each passing. And when I've been gone for a couple of days, they ask where I've been, and hug me. That's love. Somehow, I've conveyed love. No credit to me...just the beauty of an unspoken language.

Love someone today. Much love.

Thoughts from the back of an ambulance

I finally figured out a way to blog from my phone. Sitting at the computer is one thing I do not make time for in my life any more. My Mac has seen better days and refuses to connect to the internet, so I can't lay in bed and write like I used to. Therefore blogging has its best chances during my down time at clinicals or break at work.

Tonight I find myself in the back of an ambulance, killing time while the guys fill up with gas. We've had some good calls, and I'm glad I got a chance to tag along. One thing I realized tonight was that I have the strangest mix of fears. I can put a c-collar (neck immobilizer) on a bleeding patient without a flinch, but that dead spider in the station's bathroom about made me come unglued. I love knowing that I'm helping someone; maybe that's why blood and vomit and other unpleasant fluids don't bother me.

Alright, it's quittin' time. Much love.