You can’t make these things up! I always marvel when I see a funky looking undersea creature or the intricacy of some insect, thinking what a good time God had designing those! I imagine Him chuckling to Himself, and then longing to share it with someone–so He made US!
He promised to provide for us, to take care of all our needs, but sometimes I imagine it gets dull and He wants to think of a especially creative way to do so, to show off His brilliant originality. Here’s a story of something special He did for me in 1984….
I was graduating from nursing school at last. I was 24 years old, with a husband, a toddler, and a little church we had started at the ages of 21 and 22. We were hanging on for dear life till that first paycheck, as my school loans had run out, and we frequently didn’t have any income from the church. It was hard enough to keep the lights on THERE, let alone at our little house.
I had considered going to nursing school after high school, but was more interested in being married to the love of my life. It was only after Caleb was born that the longing to go to school intensified, and my dream was to work in OB. I was one out of four hundred who applied for the thirty spots in the program, and was thrilled to be accepted as an alternate. This meant I didn’t know if I would really get to go until shortly before school started. Sometimes we call our Father "Jehovah Nick-a-time" for a good reason!
I had lots of college hours, and managed to finish the program the same month that Caleb turned three. I knew that nursing was a great profession and you could always get a job. That has always been true, except for 1984, the year I graduated. The local hospital has always had jobs for nearly every new grad from our local university, but that year only ONE girl was hired by the hospital. The rest of us were left stunned trying to figure out what to do.
My dream job was NOT to work in a nursing home. But the checkbook was screaming loudly. I knew nursing homes notoriously paid pretty low, but something was better than nothing. I was making $5.00 an hour now, working evening shift every other weekend at the hospital as a nurse’s aide. The nursing homes were paying $6.00 for registered nurses. I was a little dismayed as I thought about the $2.25 extra I could make if only I could work at the hospital, but a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do. I trotted myself over to a local nursing home, and got an appointment with the owner/administrator.
The lady was a little eccentric. When I told her I was a new grad looking for a job, she literally started jumping up and down, saying "Praise the Lord!" (That, incidently, was the first and last time I ever heard her say that.) THEN she asked me what kind of money I needed. Her behavior sparked a boldness that shocked even me, as I heard myself say, "I can’t work for a penny less than what the hospital is paying–$8.25."
She shook her head and said, "I don’t know how I’m going to pay that, but you’re hired." We finished up some details, and I went out to the car and did some praisin’ the Lord myself. She later hired another girl out of my class and said, "Don’t tell her what I’m paying you, cause I got her for six bucks." I kept my mouth shut.
I worked there all summer. It wasn’t my dream job, but we were breathing a little easier at home. We were no longer needing to juggle the shut-off notices from the utility companies, which was so nice.
Then one Monday in August I went in to work my shift. The new schedule had been posted on the bulletin board, and everyone was crowded around looking at it. I put my finger on my name and followed the line over to the right–funny, there were no X’s on that line, and I said out loud, "What’s the deal? Are they trying to tell me I’m fired?"
Just then a hand reached into the crowd, got hold of my arm, and pulled me into an office. It was the Director of Nurses, who said, "I’m so sorry. Someone should have told you before now. We’re letting you go. We’ve hired someone else for less money. It’s not your work, it’s just a financial move. I’m so sorry."
I think I gasped, and then the tears came. I wanted to fall on my knees and beg, to say, "I’ll work for $6.00–I was just pulling your leg! I’ve got to have the job!" Instead, through the sobs, I said, "What about today? Do you want me to work today?" She said, "It’s up to you, you can stay or leave."
All I could think about was the $64 I would make if I stayed, but I was crying so hard I didn’t know how I would get through my shift. I called Brian and told him, and he said, "For Pete’s sake, come on home. We don’t need the money that bad. I’m on my way to pick you up." We only had one car, and it was a clunker. He had to pull Caleb out of bed every night at 11:30 to come pick me up.
So now I was unemployed. I may have taken the next day off, but by the next, I was out job-hunting. I went to the hospital, even though I had just applied there three months earlier.
It turns out that they were starting a brand new program just that week, designed to take care of the hospital’s needs when the patient count was up and they needed more help. Nurses working in this program would need to be available each day an hour before their shift was to begin, and they would receive a call if they were needed. There were no hours guaranteed.
This was not going to work for us at all, I needed guaranteed hours, but then I realized that the four week orientation program WAS guaranteed hours. So I accepted a position that started the next week, reasoning at least I would have four weeks of work and maybe something else would turn up in the meantime. And then I asked, could I be assigned to OB? I was thrilled when the answer was YES!!
And so I began my four weeks of work, and loved it. This was my dream job, if only I could have a real job there. I liked the director of the unit, Kathy. On the last day of my orientation, a Friday, I went into her office right before my shift started, and asked again if there was any way she could change my status and put me on the schedule as a regular employee.
She responded, again, that she would love to be able to do that, but that there were no positions available at that time. That was an understatement. The OB unit is the most popular place to work of all, and no one is EVER hired from outside the hospital, as any new positions first have to be posted for current employees to apply for. The nurses working in OB had all been there for years, and there were others who had been WAITING for years to get in.
I thanked her, and went to work. An hour or so later, I was sitting at the nurses station as we watched two hospital security guards escort Kathy down the hall. We were all shocked, and guessing what might have happened. No one realized that a major organizational shift was taking place in the hospital, that every manager at that level was eliminated that afternoon in the same way. They were told to clean out their desks and escorted to the door. We were all shocked.
But I was far more shocked early the next week when I found that my status had been changed, and the job I had so longed for was mine! Some of the other employees were shocked too, and some a little disgruntled. "What did you do to get that preferential treatment? There are others who have been waiting for years to work here."
I had no idea what had transpired, and still don’t. I never saw Kathy again. I often wished I could ask her. I worked there for over three years, and totally loved my job. I only quit when they began working twelve hours shifts (which were always closer to 14) and I had a new baby in addition to my kindergartner. The job just didn’t work for my family anymore, and I began to work in Home Health until the church grew to the point that I could give up my nursing career.
God is so good–He gave me the desires of my heart, but He did it in a way that was so special, a kiss from heaven to prove to me His love, and that with Him all things are possible.
Now I have a daughter-in-law who I dearly love. She, too, is in nursing school. She told me just the other day she wanted to work in OB, at the very same hospital I worked in. I started to tell her how impossible that would be, how it was so very difficult to get a job there. But then I remembered this story, and just laughed….