Counting our Blessings

Happy Monday Everyone!

As many of you know I work in the mental health field as a Licensed Professional Counselor (I guess if you didn’t you know now!) This is a job that comes with many many heartaches with a few joys thrown in. I worried a lot about how I would handle the emotions when I was going to school. I tend to have a tender heart, and sometimes I’ve been told, you just have to harden it up a little bit. A supervisor I once had told me she didn’t think I would make it because I got too emotionally involved. I told her the day that I stopped caring would be the day I walk away from this profession. Well, she was right…just a little bit. I had to toughen up a little bit, not only for myself, but for the sake of my clients. This is probably one of the most rewarding and frustrating careers I’ve been in. I would like to share a recent “God Moment” that I experienced.  I have been working with this lovely lady in her late 60’s. She had been so depressed, hopeless and ready to give up. Our doc finally got her to a “manageable, but not really happy phase.” Now I am pretty sure that I have given her 101,000 different things to try and I am pretty sure she might have done one of them, then she would smile and say…”no, I didn’t, I’m sorry!” Recently I said,” I want you to call your doctor and get some blood work. Let’s make sure physically everything is ok.”  I saw her last week and the first thing she said was, “you put me in the hospital,” and the second thing she said was, “you probably saved my life.” Of the 101,000 things I have suggested she FINALLY listened to one and they did find something seriously wrong. She is being treated and now finding she is getting some hope and energy back. What a blessing. Do you suppose God whispered in her ear and told her to listen?? I like to think so!!

Very often I work with children whose parents are tearing them apart in their bitter divorce wars. I only wish they knew what they were doing to their children. I often work with soldiers who has come back from Iraq or Afghanistan with horrifying stories. It is cases like these that sometimes keep me up at night.When this happens I often think of the Bing Crosby song, “When I’m tired and I can’t sleep, I count my blessings instead of sheep, and I fall asleep counting my blessings. I have so much to be thankful for and sometimes I have to take the time to count all those blessings…start with the 4 blessings of my children and the 6 beautiful little blessings grandchildren. I have a wonderful, loving caring family….really I have more blessings that I can count. I encourage you to start thinking about all of the blessings in your life!

 

Blessings,

Julie

P.S. My heart is not hard and I care about each and every one of the people I meet who walks through my door!

Comments

  1. I think you are amazing.

  2. Mary Lee Grimes says:

    I agree with Pam. You are amazing and you are in such a hard line of work! God bless you for what you do!

  3. I think she is pretty amazing too! Her clients are blessed to have her compassionate and caring heart devoted to them!