6:03 AM, I was pulling through the intersection of 7th street and McDowell when I realized that everything is spiritual. These past 2 days in clinical have been wearing. I've seen people who are so conflicted in life, desperate for the truth and being fed self-help steps to try and improve their life... yet they're still empty. Being discharged on meds, with no change in the heart as one man put it today. Coming in broken, and leaving empty. Stable? Yes. Full? Not quite.
It is so hard for me to sit quietly when I know that the answers they are looking for is one Jesus away. This rotation is tough. People break my heart. I can only imagine how we have broken His.
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