It’s my call

We all have a calling, and we have either already discovered it or have yet to find it. It’s okay not to know what your passion is yet. God’s timing is perfect, all you have to do is trust.

I have always had an interest in the healthcare field. Taking care of people is what I enjoy doing. Serving others makes me happy.

I currently have a Home Health Care job as a Caregiver, and I absolutely love what I do. I take care of an incredible, 84-year-old man named Joe in his home. I mostly work the night shift during the week. Being a caregiver and taking care of someone who is incapable
of performing everyday tasks alone, makes me that much more appreciative of the little things I am able to do in my life. Witnessing his mood swings, his positive vibes, his complaints, his random stories and confusion, his hugs, his compliments, his smile and laughter makes me thank God very much. I see God work in him in the good and in the bad moments, and I know God is working in me. He gives me patience in time of despair, but most of all he has given me a big heart to be able to care entirely and responsibly for somebody else; for somebody who needs my help, attention and to make them feel loved. I am comfortable taking care of Joe because I do it for God. I am serving God by serving others. For one reason or another God introduced Joe to me and I could not be more thankful for the opportunity I have to be able to take care and share my love and compassion with him. Day by day he is improving and becoming more independent. I am like a proud mom, when I see him able to feed himself and grab and drink out of his cup. I think that it is important to encourage him to reinforce all the good he is doing. I can only be proud of his willingness and determination. It all comes from the strength God is giving him. I get overly joyed when I hear that he is able to enjoy rides in his wheelchair when the other caregivers take him out during the day, and when he is able to eat at the table. Whenever he is out of his bed, he is more happy. He makes me happy. 🙂

I am not grossed out when I have to change him, I do it with love. That’s the only way it can be done. I read a quote once and it said “they may forget your name, but they will never forget how you made them feel.” He recognizes me when he sees me, and yes he doesn’t always remember my name, but the few times that he has said my name to me, I get excited and emotional because he does not retain new information in for very long. I do not mind when I have to repeat my name or anything at all to him. What has impacted me the most from him was when one day while he was holding my hand, he said to me “you know, you take very good care of me. Thank you.” I couldn’t help but to hold back tears. It is true. They will forget your name, but they will never forget how you made them feel. God has rewarded me. I can feel his thankfulness and appreciativeness when he compliments me, when he holds and rubs my hands and simply when he says thank you after anything I do.

God surely has answered my prayers.

“Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others”. – Philippians 2:3-4

“Share with the Lord’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality”. – Romans 12:13

God has placed me in a place where I can love naturally without boundaries, and where I am comfortable making him feel loved, cared for and important.

Everyone has a calling in life and with God’s hand we’ll be able to achieve greatness.

I think I have found my calling.

Have you found yours?

Jennifer Baker – Writer, unparalleled love


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