Yesterday at the end of endorsements, as the supervisor on the previous shift prayed for our upcoming shift, she added a request for compassion and strength. If there was a day I needed it the most it was yesterday, and I am so glad it was part of her prayer. As I cleaned up more than the usual amount of bodily fluids and substances I felt my heart have compassion for the young mother who just needed rest and time with her baby, but was dealing with the aftereffects of a bottle of castor oil – given to her in hopes that her labour would progress before she needed to be sent to the hospital. With that compassion also came the strength. For once my eyes didn’t water, my nose didn’t wrinkle, and my stomach didn’t protest. While the rest my shift was crazy and unpredictable, those moments when God caused my heart to feel compassion and my body to feel strong, gave me the courage to face the rest of the shift. Sometimes I wonder why God would choose to send me half way around the world to train for something he easily could have provided for at home, but when I realize how invaluable it is to be surrounded by those who also love him, there is no doubt that his path is much better than mine.