A Gift for Mom! 🤍

To the healthcare workers on the job today: 

Thank you.

We are at home with our kids, safe and sound, and you are on the front lines of COVID-19. 

You are anxious because you know the risk is great, but you bravely go to work anyway.

You know you’re not immune to the virus, but you’ve got a calling to fulfill. So off you go.

To my friend Kristi, who greets concerned patients with a reassuring smile at the ENT desk, thank you.

To my friend Celia, the lactation consultant who teaches moms how to give their babes the best food for their immune systems during this scary infectious time, thank you.

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To my sister-in-law Kathy, the doctor who treats kids with compromised immune systems, thank you.

To the EMS crew who knows emergencies won’t stop for quarantine.

To the pharmacist who makes sure we have enough of our medications to get us through a few weeks at home.

To the nurses who advocate for their patients and meet their every need.

To the med techs who make sure the hospital beds are clean and sanitized with fresh sheets.

To the cleaning crews, oh my word, to the healthcare cleaning crews.

THANK YOU.

Thank you, healthcare workers, you are truly our heroes every day, but especially today, tomorrow, and for weeks to come. 

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Your job is more than just a job, and we know you’re doing it for so much more than a paycheck. But never has that been more apparent than at this moment in time.

We haven’t had a pandemic affect our country in 102 years, and none of us honestly ever thought we would see one again.  Perhaps you never thought your calling would take you into a situation like this when you took your oaths.

And yet, here we are.

I believe God placed you on these frontlines for such a time as this.

And so, healthcare workers, I am praying for you.

For doctors and nurses. For phlebotomists and receptionists and x-ray techs. For hospital food service employees, custodians, med techs, physician’s assistants, CNPs, nurses’ assistants, MRI techs, physical and occupational therapists, nursing home helpers, and all the many I can’t even name. . . I am praying for you, and God knows each and every one of your names.

From the bottom of my heart, from my family to yours, thank you.

We will get through this, and your faithfulness and bravery will be a huge reason why.

Thank you. 

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Jenny Rapson

Jenny Rapson is a follower of Christ, a wife and mom of three from Ohio and a freelance writer and editor. You can find her at her blog, Mommin' It Up, or follow her on Twitter.

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