Why did I choose to go to work in a Nursing Home?

Good question! Going to work in a Nursing Home was actually chosen for me. After all, I was an at home Mom with 5 children who needed me there. I was teaching 4 year old pre-school class at our Church, I loved my life. However, one day and this is a TRUE STORY, I was on my way from taking my youngest child to school and I passed a house called the “Heartland Home”. The home was a small Assisted Living. I heard a voice tell me to go help them. I looked around and thought, WHAT? It happed for 3 days in a row, I heard the same voice. I truly believe that the lord was speaking to me. Friday of that that same week I attended a women’s event at the home of someone that attended my Church. It was the first event I had ever attended outside of regular church service. I asked one of the ladies there if she knew anything about the Heartland Home. She told me that we are standing in the house of the woman that owns it. Wow, I thought. After speaking to the owner of the home I felt encouraged to go visit.

My first visit to the home was a little strange, I didn’t know what to do other than just sit and talk to the residents. My second visit I painted nails and read to them. They all fell asleep. I may of went one more time and didn’t go back. I made it about me. Not what God was leading me to do.

Weeks later my husband at that time lost his job. He got another job that same day, however the job didn’t provide any insurance. Several days later I began to look at help wanted ads of the newspaper. Sounds funny to even say the want ads. Now we do everything online. I cried, scared to even search for a job, I began to pray for a job, one that provided insurance. After praying I looked at the want ads. There was a huge ad for a CNA (Certified Nursing Assistant) in a Nursing Home and they would pay for my training. Sounded perfect, after all, I thought I might even go back to school after my kids were grown to become a nurse.

Later that evening I searched the paper for the ad to show my family. I wanted to read them the ads that landed me a job that insurance. The ad could not be found. We all looked for the ad in the newspaper, I found it 3 days later. It was the smallest ad you could imagine. Confirmation to me though that I would love being there. I would not make it about me, but rather the residents I served,