Monthly Archives: January 2013

Laughter is the best medicine


So this weekend I went away to Edinburgh with 4 of my best friends to enjoy my birthday.
5 girls.
1 apartment.

Have you ever had that moment where you didn’t realise how much you needed something until you got it? Well that is how I feel about this weekend. Sometimes we get so busy with life. Preoccupied with what needs to be done; that we forget to enjoy life.

So this weekend I enjoyed life. We drank copious amounts of tea, ate far too much and laughed till we couldn’t. Perfect.

I read a quote today which said

The best friendships are built on a solid foundation of sarcasm and laughter.

I think that pretty much sums up my weekend and I love it.

I love that I have such amazing people in my life who encourage me to be the best that I can be. Who aren’t afraid to look silly as long as we have fun doing it. Life can be tough and it’s important to have those laugh-out-loud, cant-contain-the-laughter moments where people can be free to be silly. I love them.

So here are just a few photos from my weekend. Enjoy 🙂







The delete button


So today I decided that I had far too much junk on my laptop and it was about time I went through some of it and deleted it. Especially on my iTunes library. I mean, I had over 1000 songs that I can’t remember the last time I listened to. That’s assuming ever. As shamefully, some of them have never even been listened to.

After each time I pressed delete this message appeared…


After the first few times I got annoyed and started thinking to myself “Of course I want to delete it! Why else would I be selecting it?!”

But it got me thinking about how many times I pray to God and apologise for my Sin. Supposedly “Repent” but then I find myself doing it again and holding on to that which I have told myself I have left behind (Deleted from my life – if you will). Yet God doesn’t get frustrated with us. He doesn’t say “Haven’t we dealt with this already?” He forgives. He sees us as clean. Without blemish. Wow, how awesome is that?

And all we have to do is bring ourselves before Him and ask for forgiveness. And mean it. That’s the tough part – meaning it. But how can we possibly hold onto our sin when the alternative is freedom? I know what I’d rather. How about you?

Christian pick up lines


So a few months ago now I came across a few Christian pick up lines and shared them with some friends. This soon escalated and we had quite a few. So I thought I’d share a few with you all. They made me laugh 😉 haha enjoy!

So last night I was reading the book of numbers and I realised I didn’t have yours.

Jesus said feed the hungry… So how about dinner?

You and me… We’re like loaves and fishes… We might just be a miracle!

Lets be like Noah and do this as a pair!

You put the stud in bible study 😉

Can I have your name and number to add to my prayer list?

I don’t believe in a works-based faith. But I can deny you are workin’ it!

Now I know why Solomon had 700 wives… He’d never met you.

I already have a Leah but I want you to be my Rachel.

Did you say your name was Esther? Oh, I guess I just thought you were chosen for such a time as this.

If I march around you seven times will you fall for me?

It took God 7 days to change the world. It’ll only take 11 digits to change mine.

Hey girl, you make me feel like Samson with his hair cut off… Weak at the knees.

Standing in the river


Tonight i was reminded of Ezekiel 47:1-12. Which goes as follows:

“Then he brought me back to the entrance of the temple and there was water flowing from under the threshold of the temple toward the east, for the temple faced east. The water was coming down from under the south side of the temple, south of the altar. Next he brought me out by way of the north gate and led me around the outside to the outer gate that faced east; there the water was trickling from the south side. As the man went out east with a measuring line in his hand, he measured off a third of a mile and led me through the water. It came up to my ankles. Then he measured off a third of a mile and led me through the water. It came up to my knees. He measured off another third of a mile and led me through the water. It came up to my waist. Again he measured off a third of a mile, and it was a river that I could not cross on foot. For the water had risen; it was deep enough to swim in, a river that could not be crossed. He asked me, “Do you see this, son of man? ” Then he led me back to the bank of the river. When I had returned, I saw a very large number of trees along both sides of the riverbank. He said to me, “This water flows out to the eastern region and goes down to the Arabah. When it enters the sea, the sea of foul water, the water of the sea becomes fresh. Every kind of living creature that swarms will live wherever the river flows, and there will be a huge number of fish because this water goes there. Since the water will become fresh, there will be life everywhere the river goes. Fishermen will stand beside it from En-gedi to En-eglaim. These will become places where nets are spread out to dry. Their fish will consist of many different kinds, like the fish of the Mediterranean Sea. Yet its swamps and marshes will not be healed; they will be left for salt. All kinds of trees providing food will grow along both banks of the river. Their leaves will not wither, and their fruit will not fail. Each month they will bear fresh fruit because the water comes from the sanctuary. Their fruit will be used for food and their leaves for medicine.”

It reminded me that unless I am fully immersed in God, out of my comfort zone and out of my depth. I’m probably not serving God as much as I could be; not as close to Him as I should be and not spending enough time with Him.

So this is my challenge to myself (and anyone else who wants to join me! ) To soak in his word. To be so in love with Him that loving Him and and doing His works isn’t just a choice that I make; but a lifestyle. I want to be undoubtedly, whole-heartily, unconditionally in love with Him. So much so, that people can’t help but see Jesus in me.

Wow, some challenge hey?! I know sometimes I’ll fail and get it wrong. But His forgiveness and grace is more than enough. And I’d rather be the girl who tried and messed up sometimes. Than sit comfortably and never know what it’s like to truly serve Him with all my being.


Love my job!


Read this post today and it made me laugh. Hope you enjoy!

People often say, “How can you work with sick little kids?” I often think that people assume Paediatric nursing is “just nursing” but on people of a smaller scale. But any Paeds nurse will tell you “children are NOT just small adults.” They are not small adults – not anatomically, not physically, and most definitely not developmentally!

So, how do you know you’re a Paediatric Nurse? Well, other than the typical instances of “knowing you’re a nurse”… such as, considering a 5 minute bathroom escape during your morning break, excelling at getting and eating your lunch (often while on the phone) in only 15 minutes, wishing you could take just one sip of the nice cold ice water you’re bringing to your patient, considering yourself lucky if your shift stays under the 13 hour mark, etc… There are some very different, and rewarding, ways that you know you’re a *Paediatric* Nurse.

You know you’re a Paediatric Nurse when you obsess about your patient’s urine and stool. Yes, as Paeds nurses, we count urine output in increments of 0.5ccs at times, and we pray for poop! I don’t know any profession who is more obsessive about stools, their colour, amount, consistency, etc… than Paediatric Nursing.

You know you’re a Paediatric Nurse when you don’t take blood pressures on your patients, but instead you “measure their muscles” with “hugging machines.” Don’t get me wrong, there are still times where it can take multiple attempts or sneaking a BP cuff onto a sleeping child to get an acceptable reading, but often the “let’s see how big your muscles are today” ploy proves to be helpful.

You know you’re a Paediatric Nurse when you look forward to giving stickers and prizes as much, if not more, than your patients look forward to getting them. I’ve been known to empty out not only pens, alcohol wipes, saline flushes, nebulisers etc… out of my pockets at the end of my shifts, but also Dora, Diego, Spider Man, and Princess stickers and tattoos!

You know you’re a Paediatric Nurse when, seeing a giant fire-truck looking machine coming down the hallway means its time for your patient’s morning chest x-ray. Yes, the portable x-ray machine is a giant fire truck known for taking amazing pictures of precious smiles… oh yeah, and lung fields, tummies, etc…

You know you’re a Paediatric Nurse when you can easily go through an entire roll of tape in your 2 year old patient’s room in one shift -only as an attempt to keep O2 sat probes, Oxygen tubing, ECG patches, etc… on your patient! Again, this is usually only an attempt at success, because those toddler age patient’s often win many battles!

You know you’re a Paediatric Nurse when you go into the Treatment Room with an army of 5 or more people to start an IV on a patient who weighs a measly 8kg! The treatment room often looks like a party prior to the IV start, with specialists, nurses, parents, toys, etc… and not uncommonly looks like a massacre after an IV start.

You know you’re a Paediatric nurse when you listen for “bears and drums” instead of abdominal and heart sounds, often only after letting your patient first listen for those same bears and drums in your heart and chest.

Most importantly, you know you’re a Paediatric Nurse when you believe in miracles. Children are so resilient and forgiving, their innocence and strength is enough to bring a smile to almost anyone’s face, their hugs make your heart feel as though it’s melting, and their desire to “get better and go home” is something to be learned by all of us. My passion for nursing is in Paediatrics, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon!