Sometimes I think I have God all figured out and I know without a doubt what He wants me to do. Then I have a change of heart and I realize what I thought He wanted me to do, is not half as grand as what He had planned.

This past year has been full of transitions for me. I started the year with great excitement about sharing my walk of faith through this blog. I was hoping I would finish rewriting my novel and launch that into publication also.

I developed a discipline for blogging and became addicted to blogging every day. I did not develop the same discipline for my novel writing but I am trying to get to that now.

As spring evolved into summer I saw that the income from my affiliate marketing on my blog would not pay my bills. At first I became very depressed and angry at God because I knew that my calling in life was to be a Christian writer. So why was He not blessing it financially?

There could be several reasons. I think the primary reason is because He wants me to finish that novel. If the blog makes a lot of money, the novel may be shelved for a very long time.

There may also be another reason. I walked away from a successful nursing career because I was burned out. I dreaded going back into it,but this summer, it became apparent that that was my only option for an income.

I went back to nursing on July 1. I still can’t pay many of my bills because it takes a while to build up my client base but it sure does help.

Then there is the other aspect. My interaction with people was limited when I was writing

Last night I was invited to a patient’s birthday party. I bought her a beautiful necklace and earrings for her present. She was overjoyed with the present. I on the other, hand was thrilled to be invited to her birthday dinner. It was such a lovely occasion and such a good memory for both of us. She was 87 years old today and I have grown to love her, as I have had the pleasure of serving her.

I think back to the days when I thought staying at home and being a writer was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. When I compare that to the joy that I felt last night when I shared in the celebration of this dear ladies’ birthday I realize I have had a change of heart. I am filled with gratitude to God for forcing me to nurse once again.