Need help with a devotional for clinical
- 0Oct 8, '05 by Deb123jI have to come up with a devotional for my Tuesday morning clinical next week. I was just wondering if anybody has any ideas or has done one before.
Thanks for any ideas you have!!!
- 0Oct 8, '05 by NO1_2NVQuote from Deb123jHi Debbie,I have to come up with a devotional for my Tuesday morning clinical next week. I was just wondering if anybody has any ideas or has done one before.
Thanks for any ideas you have!!!
Is this a faith devotional? Essentially, a devotional is a prayer. You usually begin with a scripture passage; the next paragraph is followed up with a little history about the passage, followed by a prayer that you create.
I have never heard of one out side of faith based so if this is not, please disregard my note.
Try these web sites for examples: http://home.netministries.org/webdev.html,
Hope these help.
- 0Oct 8, '05 by Deb123jThanks for the sites!
First off, I go to a christian college...
We are supposed to have some type of a devotional for clinicals. Our teachers have one at the beginning of each class. They have used prayers, poems, inspirational nursing stories, etc.
I guess I'm looking for maybe a good student nurse poem, or something that a student nurse can hear and think, "that's why I'm doing all of this" type devotional.
Thanks for your help!!! :flowersfo
- 0Oct 8, '05 by Fun2, RN, BSNQuote from MulanNot sure if this is the one, but....How about, "Lord, get me through this clinical!"
Seriously though, isn't there a Nurses Prayer?
Maybe you could use that.
A Nurse's Prayer
Help me as I care for my patients today,
Be there with me, O Lord, I pray
Make my words kind --it means so much--
And in my hands place Your healing touch
Let your love shine through all that I do,
So those in need may hear and feel You.
- 0Oct 8, '05 by RnRatchetThis was one an instructor shared with us when I was in nursing school.. :wink2:
The Difference He Made By Randy Poole
Amidst the morning mist of the swift returning tide
I set out on my daily run, my walkman on my side.
Lost within my private world apart from cares and woes
I ran along the moistened shore, the sand between my toes.
In the distance, I saw a boy, as busy as can be.
He was running, stooping, picking up, and tossing in the sea.
Just what he threw, I couldn't tell, I looked as I drew near.
It seemed to be a rock or shell - as I approached him I could hear:
"Back you go, where you belong. Your safe now hurry home.
Your family's waiting for you little starfish, hurry on!"
It seemed the evening tide had washed the starfish on the shore,
And the swift receding water left a thousand there or more.
And this self-appointed savior, was trying one-by-one
To toss them back into the sea, against the racing sun.
I saw his plight was hopeless, that most of them would die.
I called out from my private world, "Hey Kid, why even try?"
"Must be at least a thousand here, strewn along the beach,
And even if you had the time, most you'll never reach.
You really think it makes a difference, to waste your time this way?"
And then I paused and waited, just to hear what he would say.
He stooped and took another, and looked me in the eye.
"It makes a difference to this one sir, this starfish will not die!"
With that, he tossed the little life, back where there was hope.
He stooped to take another. I could tell this was no joke.
The words that he spoke to me cut like a surgeon's knife.
Where I saw only numbers, he saw only life.
He didn't see the multitude of starfish on the sand.
He only saw the little life he held there in his hand.
He didn't stop to argue, to prove that he was right.
He just kept tossing starfish in the sea with all his might.
So I too stooped, and I picked up, and I tossed into the sea,
And I thought, just what a difference, that this boy has made in me.