But God was not at all pleased with what David had done, and sent Nathan to David. Nathan said to him, “There were two men in the same city—one rich, the other poor. The rich man had huge flocks of sheep, herds of cattle. The poor man had nothing but one little female lamb, which he had bought and raised. It grew up with him and his children as a member of the family. It ate off his plate and drank from his cup and slept on his bed. It was like a daughter to him.
“One day a traveler dropped in on the rich man. He was too stingy to take an animal from his own herds or flocks to make a meal for his visitor, so he took the poor man’s lamb and prepared a meal to set before his guest.”
David exploded in anger. “As surely as God lives,” he said to Nathan, “the man who did this ought to be lynched! He must repay for the lamb four times over for his crime and his stinginess!”
“You’re the man!” said Nathan. “And here’s what God, the God of Israel, has to say to you: I made you king over Israel. I freed you from the fist of Saul. I gave you your master’s daughter and other wives to have and to hold. I gave you both Israel and Judah. And if that hadn’t been enough, I’d have gladly thrown in much more. So why have you treated the word of God with brazen contempt, doing this great evil? You murdered Uriah the Hittite, then took his wife as your wife. Worse, you killed him with an Ammonite sword! And now, because you treated God with such contempt and took Uriah the Hittite’s wife as your wife, killing and murder will continually plague your family. This is God speaking, remember! I’ll make trouble for you out of your own family. I’ll take your wives from right out in front of you. I’ll give them to some neighbor, and he’ll go to bed with them openly. You did your deed in secret; I’m doing mine with the whole country watching!”
Then David confessed to Nathan, “I’ve sinned against God.”
Nathan pronounced, “Yes, but that’s not the last word. God forgives your sin. You won’t die for it. But because of your blasphemous behavior, the son born to you will die.”
My shift yesterday was a little different. I got lunch at 4pm. I could have blogged after I ate.
I chose sleep.
We were up again at 730. I could have blogged then.
I again chose sleep.
We were also up at 1230, 230, and 430. I could have blogged all of those times.
I chose sleep.
It is nearly 7am. The sun is up. I’m up. I’m going to hang out with a friend all day. That’s why I chose sleep over blogging.
First of all, we both know you aren’t a puppy. You are a full grown dog. You are old enough not to bark AT EVERY SINGLE PERSON THAT WALKS PAST THE WINDOW. Really pup – it is getting old.
I had patience with you over the weekend. I was sick and stuck to the couch. Also, I didn’t want to stop my Harry Potter movie. But really? You barked for over five hours straight. Except for the thirty minutes when you howled. Okay, I’ll admit – the howl accompanying a particularly creepy scene was kinda cool, but the rest of the howling? NOT cool.
Also, the running back and forth from the window to the kitchen – in laps, that needs to stop too. How do I know that’s what you are doing?? I can hear it. I’m pretty sure you are digging a hole and will soon end up in my living room…if you don’t run into a large piece of furniture first.
I know, I smiled at you when we first met. You were cute resting your chin on the open windowsill. Your ears giving the expression of curiosity. But you are no longer cute. You are now driving me batty. You need to stop.
Your downstairs neighbor who really does like dogs. Except maybe you.
So….I was going to blog last night, but two things combined and well, that didn’t happen. My cold – which gave me a reprieve on Monday – came crashing back yesterday, proving that I had, in classic SWalker form, overdone it the minute I felt slightly better. Also, I had my very first Critical Care transport. Usually, long distance transports are the perfect time for blogging – not so much when the patient must be reassessed every five minutes and the documentation is a literal biography of the patient’s life.
But anyway, I’ve been contemplating a few things of late and may be using this blog as a place to iron out my thoughts. Here is a little preview:
Is it ever right for Believers to discriminate? Does having a “right” to do something automatically mean that we can and should?
Why is it that I was most uncomfortable with my femininity when I only wore dresses, but now that I mostly wear pants and work in a “man’s world,” I find myself very comfortable as a woman and get excited about unique ways to express both my femininity and personality?
My dad digitalized some old photos. Some of them are really cute – my first and only trick-or-treat for example. Some of them make me do a facepalm. The most embarrassing ones are a direct reflection of my theology at the time. Dare I share those with the world?
I think I might be a feminist. I think this is something I have known – deep down inside – since I was in my late teens. Can I really be a Christian and a feminist at the same time?
There you have it. Some of the questions that run through my head as I go about my days. Now that class is over and my schedule is back to normal, my brain is less cluttered and I’m excited about writing out my thoughts.
AKA – stream of consciousness from she who has a cold.
I’m pretty sure my SAO2 is about 85 right now. I learned all about SAO2 in Critical Care class. It’s supposed to be in the mid-90′s…
Working twenty-four hours with a cold is not fun. Not fun at all. Especially when your partner forgets to put on his CPAP during the only time you get to take a nap…. It doesn’t take a sleep specialist to know that man needs CPAP….
There’s a dog visiting upstairs. Yesterday I watched the last Harry Potter movie – both parts. The dog barked through the entire thing. Entire. Thing.
Did you know that if you drink an entire bottle of Zzzquil you will consume approximately 575 mg of Benedryl? That’s a lot of Benedryl. Also, don’t ask me what is up with my patients and Benedryl…
I started listening to a new book on the way to and from work this weekend. The narrator sounds just like Julie Andrews. Just listening makes me smile.
The chaos that was January and February has come to an end. I’m getting back into my 24 on/48 off schedule. I can feel myself starting to relax. It is a very happy feeling.