Thank you!

7.02.2015

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Y'all. I'm so happy and humbled to report that I am 100% funded for my upcoming venture with Mercy Ships. A BIG thank you to each and every one of you for your support. I am unspeakably grateful!

A quick note, any donations from this point forward will go toward the Mercy Ships organization - helping to bring hope and healing around the world!

Again, thank you a million times over!

Halfway There!

6.19.2015



Happy Friday, Y'all!
Just dropping in to celebrate being over halfway in the fundraising process for Mercy Ships! I've lost track of the number of times I've checked my donor page and immediately burst into tears at the outpouring of love and generosity on your part.

Thank you a million times over.

the next adventure // mercy ships

5.25.2015


It has been over a decade since I first heard about Mercy Ships at my home church in Salt Lake City, Utah. As the Mercy Ships volunteer presented his stories and pictures, my young heart was totally captured with the idea of venturing overseas to serve people in need. I remember leaving that night thinking, "I'm going to go on that ship someday." At the time, pursuing medicine was just a faint idea amongst many other brewing possibilities. Throughout my college career it became clear that nursing was the path for me and I always hoped that I'd be able to use the knowledge and skills overseas.

As many of you know, I've spent the past 4 years living in Durham, North Carolina. My time here has been full of so many wonderful experiences. I have absolutely cherished my role as a nurse in the pediatric bone marrow transplant unit and, most recently, the pediatric float pool. It’s truly been a joy to walk with patients and families through some of their deepest victories and heartaches. As much as I try, it’s difficult for words to fully explain how much I’ve learned and what an honor it has been to work with these brave kids.

Just a few weeks ago, I also graduated from Duke with a master’s degree in family nursing practice. Graduate school is one of the best and hardest things I’ve done. I’m excited to step into the role of a nurse practitioner, but before I do that, God has challenged me to use the gifts and talents he’s given me as a medical professional to serve His kingdom. Now is the time! After an intense season of preparation, I’m looking forward to serving with Mercy Ships in Tamatave, Madagascar from August - December of this year. I could not be more excited to live and work on this floating hospital ship!

Mercy Ships has been operating a fleet of hospital ships in developing countries since 1978. Following the 2000-year-old example of Jesus, Mercy Ships brings hope and healing to the forgotten poor, mobilizing people and resources worldwide. Mercy Ships relies on a team of volunteer crew members who pay their own room and board, travel and personal expenses while serving.  This allows general Mercy Ships donations to be used for direct patient care, community development programs and other costs associated with its Field Service initiatives. From doctors to nurses, engineers to deck hands, housekeepers and teachers, everyone serves as a volunteer. I will be working as a pediatric ward nurse onboard the ship where I’ll be caring for surgical patients who’ve undergone maxillofacial and orthopedic procedures.

Since Mercy Ships requires that I raise 100% of my support, I will need to raise $6,500 by July 31, 2015 to fully meet my needs. I invite you join me on this journey by supporting me through prayer and, if possible, through financing. If you would like to partner with me in this endeavor you can give a tax-deductible gift by clicking HERE to link to my fundraising webpage.

OR, If you prefer, you may also write a personal check to Mercy Ships - please write my full name & designation code (#4027) in the memo line and mail to the address below:
     Mercy Ships
     P.O. Box 1930
     Garden Valley, TX 75771-1930

Thank you for your time and prayerful consideration of partnering with me in this exciting new venture. I appreciate your prayers and support in this work and look forward to sharing stories with you along the way (check back often for updates or subscribe via email on the right sidebar).

Love and blessings,
Jarah


Hello, old friend

4.18.2015

I'm dusting off the shelves of this old blog today.

For a season, this was a creative and open space for me. Nearly three years ago I pulled Bright Red Cords from public view. Like many of you, I've taken a step back from various social media platforms that I initially plunged into - blogging being one of them. At the time, I had grown weary of blog culture and felt that I was simply adding to the noise. It seemed that every blog I followed was written by a gorgeous crossfit-doing-coupon-clipping-book-writing-clothes-styling-cupcake-baking-bible-memorizing-home-schooling-essential oil-selling freelance photographer who wrote about their extraordinary "ordinary" lives. And, well, it became exhausting. I decided to bow out, frustrated by the lack of authenticity and desperately looking to escape the endless comparison trap.

Therein lies the struggle with social media: though constantly in contact with others, we feel lonely and abandoned and painfully unknown.

With that being said, I still follow a good number of blogs and have discovered a lot of valuable, life-giving content. In no way am I slamming bloggers. If anything, I want to encourage you. Write. Do your thing and do it well. I've had to wrestle with the tension and role of social media in my life and I hope you have too.

I don't intend to keep this blog rolling for long. Honestly I questioned whether or not to start it up at all, but I am headed out for another adventure abroad and this has proven to be one of the best routes of communication. I hope to utilize it to keep my friends and family updated as I spend the latter half of this year in Africa [more details on this soon].

More and more, I desire to live a honest, quiet and deeply rooted life. I don't care to reach the blogosphere or gain a following of strangers. I don't want to be motivated by likes or shares or pins. If you choose to follow along, I ask that you do so only if these words and stories are an encouragement to you. If my words make you feel weary, for whatever reason, please bow out. I've been there and I understand. Go spend your time on connections that are life-giving for YOU. I want you to live a good story. Thanks for following along as I seek to live mine out with integrity and courage.


“You either walk inside your story and own it, 
or you stand outside your story and hustle for your worthiness.” 
-Brené Brown

Lord, help me in my unbelief

9.06.2012


From week to week, I never really know what to expect when I walk into work. Sometimes it seems that for weeks on end, I witness life and victory and joy. And then there are other times, weeks like this one, where everything seems to be plagued with bad news and heart ache and death.

Last week, I received an email from the family of a little girl I'd taken care of months back. They invited me to come celebrate her birthday and honor her life with them this weekend. I've been meaning to sit down and write them a letter - just to let them know how much their sweet daughter meant to me and allow them see more of what my grieving process looked like after she passed away. I knew this occasion was the perfect time for me to give them this letter - after the intimate time of loss they shared with me, I felt like I owed them this. As I sat down to start, I quickly realized why I've been avoiding it for so long. I have relived so many of the same emotions I felt 6 months ago as she lost her battle with a terrible auto-immune disease. The wound was reopened, and I was reminded that I don't get to tell God when I am healed.

Another family brought gifts and cupcakes up to the unit in honor of their son's birthday. As I watched the kids open trucks and transformers and train sets, I could not help but think about how much that sweet boy would've loved to be there. I thought about the many nights we played trucks on the floor. I thought about his gusto and life and how I watched leukemia steal all of that way from him. His parents' eyes were dark and sunken, they too look like some measure of life had been stolen from them. And once again, I felt a wound reopen. I snuck away to the bathroom cry my tears and pull myself back together.

Then on Monday, I came into work to terrible news about one of my little dudes. The virus that he's been fighting for months is spreading rampantly in his body. Doctors are out of answers, and so am I. I met his mom in the hallway, she grabbed my hand, lead me to his bedside and we knelt there together. We prayed and wept and plead for his very life.

As I sat in my Pediatric Advanced Life Support class yesterday, I could not help but think about the irony of it. There I was, in a classroom learning how to save lives, while at the same time walking with yet another family, another precious child, and am watching him lose his life. This week has been sobering. It's been a good reminder that as nurse, life is really not in my hands. Life belongs to God. The question I'm wrestling with today is this: Do I still believe in a God who intervenes, in a God who cares? Is my hope in a medical prognosis or in Jesus? Do I still believe that he can do miracles? There is a little voice inside that is able to squeak out a small "yes," but I fear that voice is being quieted by the loss and hurt and death I've seen. I fear that the number of times I've dared to hope - and have left disappointed with bitter grief - have started to pile up and harden my heart. And so my cry today is this: God, help me in my unbelief. Give me faith. Give me more of you.

little lessons from the big girl world {v.3}

8.21.2012

Today I thought I would write about a few little lessons I've learned in my first year as a pediatric nurse. It's a crazy world, and I love it all. I'm so grateful for all this year has taught me...

1) If a kid looks like he's going to puke, you have about .2 seconds to find something to catch it.
2) Left uncovered, those little boys will pee on you. Every time.
3) Always always always be honest with kids (and, I mean, you should be honest with adults too).
4) Tell the management at your apartment complex that you work nights, otherwise you'll wake up in the middle of the day to a strange man (read: maintenance guy working on the dishwasher) in your apartment.
5) Essentials for surviving 12-hour shifts: coffee, good shoes, coffee, a solid lunch, coffee, multi-color pen, coffee, chapstick, coffee.
6) Warm blankets may be the best part of being in the hospital.
7) Working 6 shifts (72+ hours) in a row does not bring out the best in me.
8) When the special blankie/stuffed animal is missing, it's nearly a medical emergency. Drop whatever you're doing to find that stupid thing.
9) Laughter is really good medicine. Cliche, but true. So what if you make a fool of yourself every day?!
10) Essentials for sleeping during the day: black out curtains, eye mask, ear plugs, fan (for white noise), melatonin.
11) It's generally a good idea to get yourself eye-level with a child... they tend to respond better when they're not being talked down to.
12) Every kid is different. What works for one, probably won't for another.
13) Children have an amazing capacity to love. And they are tougher than we give them credit for.
14) When you work night shifts, you will probably have off-the-wall dreams. Don't worry... it's normal (or so they say).
15) I'm not above bribing kids with popsicles.
16) If a child is old enough to talk, they generally don't want you to call it a diaper. It's a pull up, for crying out loud... You only make that mistake once.
17) Sometimes a bandaid really does make everything better.


little lessons from the big girl world {v.2}

8.20.2012



As promised, here are a few more lessons I've learned from my first year in the big girl world. Thanks for being patient with me while I've been moving!

{6} Friends are hard to come by...
Sure, you're pretty much always going to be able to find someone to grab dinner or catch a movie with, but that's not the type of friendship I'm talking about here. Friends - the kind who know your junk and love you all the same, the kind you share your life and heart with - well, they just don't come along every day. I was blessed with some insanely amazing friendships in college - our little group formed within the first week of our Freshman year and we've been tight ever since. I was expecting something similar to happen when I moved to NC, but it's been a much more difficult process. In talking with other twenty-somethings, it seems like I'm not alone in this. Between our crazy work schedules and the demands of grown-up life, it takes a lot of intentionality and effort. It's definitely more challenging to find those deep friendships, but I'd still argue that it's so worth the fight. This time has really taught me to cherish the true friendships in my life - both here and far away.

{7} You can run from hard emotions, but you can't hide.
I've made no effort to disguise the fact that this has been a tough season emotionally... From loneliness and fear, to confusion and anger and bitter grief, I've run through the whole spectrum. It's not my nature to confront uncomfortable feelings head on - In fact, I know very few people who operate that way. For me, it's been easier to avoid those feelings and just put on a smile. I learned (the hard way) this year that suppressing emotion is incredibly unhealthy. And, let me tell you, those emotions will find you. You cannot outrun them. A big part of the growing up that has happened in my life over the past year has involved learning sit in hard emotions - learning to trust that God's grace is big enough to be with me and carry me through as I process.

{8} There is not a one-size-fits-all response to people in pain.
Every time I show up to work, I interact with people walking through deep seasons of suffering and pain. It's a privilege and responsibility that I do not take lightly. God has taught me so much about what it looks like to walk with people through desert times (I'll try to get around to writing more about this). The biggie I've come away with this year, though, has been that there is not a magic formula, a perfect saying, or a cookie-cutter response to people who are hurting. Sometimes you just need to be present. Sometimes words are needed. And sometimes tears. But I've learned that everybody grieves differently, as such, I too need to grieve with them in a way that's personal and appropriate to their situation. All things to all people, right?

{9} You cannot be present in two places.
I cannot be in Utah and North Carolina at the same time. This is another one of those "Duh!" lessons, but it has been a hard one for me to accept. In moving here, I wanted to be able to keep up with all my friends and family back home. Attempting to keep up with all-things-Utah while trying to invest in a new place is just not possible. I have missed weddings, parties and the day-to-day goodness of living close to those people I love... and that's okay. That's part of the sacrifice I made when I moved here. It doesn't mean I love them any less.  I still make time for phone calls, snail mail, and skype dates, but I'm slowly learning to devote my greatest energies and attention to where I'm at. It's a balancing act, one that I'm learning more and more about with each passing week. But I've had to give myself permission to be here and not feel guilty about what I might be missing out on.

{10} My life looks different from those around me, and it's okay.
Up until this point, my life has looked very similar to those around me. But as a young twenty-something my friends are all over the place. Between all of us, we're working minimum-wage jobs, dream jobs and everything in between. We're single, married, dating, and engaged.  We're living in our parent's basement, settling into our first apartment, and buying a house. We're adventuring and seeking roots. We're going back to school and trying all sorts of different crazy things. This is a time of becoming. And we're all becoming different things, which is okay!  In fact, it's something to be celebrated. We may not have the luxury of looking on either side to tell us we're on target, but we get to cheer each other on and that's a beautiful thing. In this past year, all of my close college friends have gotten married... At first, that was a source of insecurity for me. I felt like I was getting left behind in some way. Throughout this year, though, I've learned to trust God's creativity in His plan for my life. Just because I'm doing things differently from my friends and my peers does not mean it's wrong. The moment I came to terms with that, I experienced a huge amount of freedom and peace.