announcing my place in the family of things...

Here I am again, in the blogosphere world, attempting to tell the world I exist.

I debated in my head whether I should start another one or not. Blogs can sometimes become selfish where a person drones on and on about the woes or triumphs of their life (which is what I did in my previous).

"and He said to me WRITE, for these words are faithful and true..."

~ Rev. 21:5

This time I begin (and hope to end) this journey through faith. I want to write words that are true...I seek Truth above all else...and so I write.

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

-Mary Oliver

So here I go, announcing my place in the family of things. I had a wise friends once tell me "I once wondered why God has decided to give me so much grace and so many beautiful experiences, and what that all means...then I realized, the Church is not me. The Church is much bigger than me, the Church is everyone. My experiences were not for me, they were not even about me, but they are for the people I will be ministering to. The grace is there for them, they all need grace and they need my experiences. This is why the Church is big, it's for everyone."

I realize I am in a unique position; I am a military nurse who is seeking the Truth you find when living the gospels. My experiences too are also important to share so that graces may be passed on. So here are my stories and experiences seen through the eyes of a military nurse. It is through these stories I pray for grace to flow and touch our lives so that we too might one day see each other in heaven through the graces we brought to each other though our experiences.