Today is the last day of our daughter Kat's medical residency -- the culmination of three years of college, four years of medical school, and four years of residency. It is the fruition of hard work all the way through elementary school, the throes of junior high, and concentrated study in high school, through all those innumerable tests, crazy science projects, and AP study groups crowding around our kitchen table. It is the dream of a three year old in the pediatrician's office, who told me, "Mama, I want to be a doctor."
There are many threads running through Kat's life, weaving together an incredible story of God's faithfulness, year by year, day by day, minute by minute. Her perilous adventures included coursework in Spain, rural medical clinics in Nicaragua and Costa Rica, hospital work in the jungle of Equator, pediatric cancer research in the wilds of Brazil, and med school in urban Memphis. She made it through a bevy of narrow squeaks, including standing alone watching her car burning up on the side of the interstate. God protected and provided in every conceivable dwelling place along the way --through flood, mold, extremes of heat and cold, and even the scurrying of rats. And His strength was there when those long days and nights of med school and residency blended into exhaustion.
God worked His purposes even through the mysteries when all she could do was trust Him.
The joy of helping others held it all together. When she was an intern, I can remember her phoning me after her first day volunteering in a clinic for the poor and powerless. With excitement in her voice, she said, "Mom, this is why I wanted to be a doctor." Now, four years later, she will begin working as a physician in that same urban clinic for underserved people.
And while congratulations are in order for Kat today,
I praise God
for His steadfast love and faithfulness to her
and through her.
Because today is not really the last day,
but just the beginning
of His story of faithfulness.
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