Pay Day

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Hopefully most of us love our jobs.  For what joy is a job that you don’t enjoy?  Yet, many of us….especially Mom’s with children still at home are often only motivated to work for the reward of money.  Needing to make ends meet.  For truly the demands at home, equal more then full time hours. 

So working as a nurse at a volunteer clinic and helping in the community when possible in a volunteer status, doesn’t help put food on the table in this household.  Nor does it buy clothes for the boys, who are growing so fast.  It only adds to the juggle of our lifestyle.  Nathaniel and Jacob have probably spent more hours in the clinic then they would really desire.  At times, it has created a stress trying to fulfill commitments to a community and to my family.  What is the motivation?  Pay day?

Mark’s cast coming off and no further infection in his wound.  Pay day.

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The Papuan yard man’s stump healed.  All his stiches out and incisions without any infection.  Pay day.

 

Getting to do physicals on Papuan children that were hand selected from interior places to get an education.  It was there first hour and a half in civilization.  Pay day.

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Being “grown up” for a few hours each week.  Pay day.

 

Providing paintings for the clinic.  Pay day.

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Pay day was getting two bags full of wound care supply stuff from a nurse in America.  All donated by people who wanted to help.

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I am so wealthy.  I bet you are envious of my pay check.  Who would have thought that I would make so much.

Comments

  1. UnknownFebruary 11, 2013 at 5:13 AM

    ruth! Are those your paintings? Sooo beautiful! LOVE the group of 4! Do you want to come and paint some for me? :-)

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