I was going to write a post about all my frustrations. You know. Legit frustrations and concerns with care that have most of the (fabulous) rehab department looking for other jobs because

well...I won't write that post. 

My struggle now is to find joy in the midst of this new, frustrating circumstance. 

Because my days are filled with walking through hostile hallways and covert conferences and telling my (awesome) boss not to talk to me in the therapy office (because I'm on the verge of tears)

What am I supposed to learn here?

Long-suffering

Having higher standards than others (thank God for Erin, Sherry and Don)

How a good friend can make a hard circumstance manageable

To trust God to open a door at some point, and love until then

That I can thank God for the free time and the grass and bunnies after work

That God is love and God is hope and nothing is too great and he can change care. Circle the nursing home (highly recommend Mark Batterson's The Circle Maker, by the way)

Submission to God's plan if this is where I'm at for awhile

How to be a light in the midst of darkness

How to take those critical mass moments and breathe through them

How to be blessed by my patients when the staff is difficult

How to see God in everyone

Spend more time on my knees

Depend less on my circumstances and more on my savior for joy

I guess that's a fair start. It's a lot.

It's a good purpose.