showing hospitality to our children

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As believers, everything about our lives should say, “Welcome.” We are encouraged to practice hospitality often, to welcome others into our homes, beyond just the front porch, for times of refreshment, fellowship and friendship. In fact, it is so central to the life of a Christian that it is to be used as a standard for whether or not someone is qualified for church leadership (1 Timothy 3:2)! It begins with how we extend hospitality to our own children.

In Romans 12 Paul tells us: Therefore I urge you, brethren, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies a living and holy sacrifice, acceptable to God, which is your spiritual service of worship. And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect. He then continues through the chapter, listing some things that reflect what it means to be in God’s good, acceptable, and perfect will, with verse 13 saying “Practice hospitality.” Showing hospitality to others, especially our children, is not just a nice idea, it is a requirement if we are to live in God’s will; it is an act of worship to God.

Jesus repeatedly warned his disciples of this truth. Several times in the Gospels, it is recorded that the disciples argued over who was first in the kingdom, even asking Jesus who was greatest, hoping, I am sure, that He would list their names. Imagine the surprise they experienced when He told them that the one who serves is the greatest and then, calling a little child, said that unless these grown men became like little children they would never enter heaven! He reminded them that not only were they welcoming Jesus when they welcomed children, but if they harmed any child, they were in danger of eternal punishment.

Jesus set the tone for all of us regarding the importance of children in His kingdom, in His order of life. They are not the ones to be set aside and out of the way in our churches, placed somewhere so they don’t disturb the “real worshippers.” Children are not the ones who should be taught to always go to the end of the line or to sit at the “children’s tables.” Children are not the ones to be treated with disrespect and told ”children are to be seen and not heard.” They are not to be trained as dogs or frightened into compliance with “disciplinary” weaponry. Instead, Jesus “took them in His arms and began blessing them, laying His hands on them. (Mark 10:16).

One day, as I chatted with a woman who was cutting slices of cheesecake to be served at a church potluck, my nine-year-old son, hungry and anxious to eat, spied the dessert table and bounded up to us announcing “Oh, boy, cheesecake, my favorite! I can’t wait to have some!” The woman turned to both of us and announced, “This is for the adults but there are plenty of other choices for the children.” Crestfallen, my son looked at me and blinked back tears, feeling both rebuked and belittled. Then, as if to add insult to injury, the woman turned to me and said, “Karen, would you like a slice?” I nodded and held out my dessert plate, and then turned and said, “Here, Joe, you can have mine,” leaving the woman irritated and speechless. If we really believe that our children are fellow believers, if we see them baptized and share around the Lord’s Table with them, then why do we have a different attitude when it comes to showing hospitality to them?

Why should our standards for hospitality toward those inside our family be different than our standards for others, especially other adults? Though most passages in Scripture direct hospitality toward strangers, why would we show any less care and affection toward our children? We prepare for our guests, we anticipate their arrival, we provide our best food, a clean house, and a comfortable bed at night! We use our best sheets and towels, the ones that match! We prepare food they will like and if we know they don’t care for certain foods, we don’t say, “You will finish this or you will be eating it cold for breakfast.” Just imagine saying that to your visiting pastor or missionary! We don’t think, “We will wait until they go to bed and then bring out the best dessert.” A child will know he is welcomed in your home when he receives the royal treatment reserved for guests!

Since hospitality usually involves offering food to others, it is especially important that we consider how we offer food to our children. It is baffling to me how this has become such an issue with parents. Not long ago I read the testimony of a mother who thought she was properly “training” her children by making them eat all sorts of things they didn’t like. It wasn’t a matter of having children try new foods…that is something all good moms do…but this mom believed it was important to train her children to like everything she thought was good for them, even to the point of making one of her children eat Brussels sprouts “at least a hundred times” though the child found them horribly distasteful!

The fact is, when it comes to children having particular opinions about food, this is one area where it is really important to listen to our child’s likes and dislikes and not force him to eat. Many times children will react negatively to the idea of eating a particular food, only to find out later the child is, indeed, allergic to that food. When children are born, they have approximately 250 taste buds on each of the papillae on the tongue. By the time someone has reached middle age, there are less than 90 on each. You see, some foods really are repugnant to children for good reason! Many teen and adult eating disorders can be traced back to children being forced to eat either foods they didn’t like or to clean their plates even though they felt full. But most importantly, ask yourself how you would like to be forced to eat foods you personally hated!

Some moms believe that by making a child eat foods he dislikes, she is training him to be thankful for what the Lord provides. But thankfulness is a heart response, one that comes by knowing who God is and one that comes by His grace alone, not by punitive measures. As we disciple our children and demonstrate by our own examples what genuine thankfulness looks like, we can trust that God will impress on their hearts the desire to worship Him with a thankful heart. While we may force our children to eat everything on their plates, believing we are training them to be thankful, we might really be teaching them to be great Pharisees, outwardly conforming but inwardly becoming bitter because we treat them in ways we would not treat others who share around the table with us! We might even be sending the message to them that they aren’t equal members in the body of Christ.

Author Anne Ortlund, in her book Children are Wet Cement, tells of her vivid memory of going out for lunch with her family every Sunday after morning worship and how her father always allowed the children to c choose from the adult side of the menu rather than from the children’s selections. She said that that simple act made her feel valued as a fellow believer in Christ and opened her heart to receive spiritual truth from her parents. The “pattern of this world,” as Romans talks about, is to not value children as the precious image bearers of Christ that they are, but rather to see them as little extensions of ourselves or as projects that are to be made in our own image.

excerpt taken from The Joy of Relationship Homeschooling ~ when the one anothers come home 

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experiencing the “real” world

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Urban legends of homeschooling abound and often end up being the stuff that questions are made of when we visit with well-meaning Aunt Bess at the family reunion or Mr. Armbruster at the church potluck.
“What about socialization?”

“How will you ever teach math and science?”

“You don’t have a teaching certificate. Are you really qualified to teach your children?”

“Don’t you want your children to experience the real world?”

And on and on the list goes.

As those of us who are homeschoolers know, these are loaded questions that have little to do with what is best for our own children. Rather, they convey to us what the questioner actually thinks about homeschooling as an educational choice, and sometimes it is even a passive aggressive way to express their disapproval.

That last question, especially, always makes me laugh. Is a 30 X 30 foot classroom full of boring textbooks and 29 other equally foolish and insecure young people the real life of which we speak? The lucridiousness of this statement hit me again as I stood at one of the Wal-Mart “intersections,” waiting for my unsocialized and inexperienced homeschooled children to finish their shopping. In an act that I am certain would make Margaret Sanger proud, in strolled a teenage girl pushing a cart that held a doll-sized infant carrier that slid back and forth in the basket as the driver rummaged in her purse. Circling around and heading down the make-up aisle, another 5 girls appeared and all began talking at once.

“I was sooo wasted last night.”

“Yeah. Did you hear about Cassie? She was so wasted, too. They thought she died.”

“She didn’t die, she just passed out in her own puke.”

“No, I heard she died.”

“Whatever.”

“Hey, I forgot to take the kid along last night,” said the “mother” of the group, pointing at a 5 pound bag of flour that had been dressed in a pink knitted hat and wrapped in a pale pink blanket. “Yeah, but I brought it along today.”

One of the group reached down inside the cart and, picking up the “baby,” laughed as she adjusted the blanket and held the bundle under one arm.

“So, you wanna go out tonight?” asked another one of the girls.

“OK, said the “mom.”

“Hey, did you see who Tyler left with after the game?”

“Yeah, I saw. And they were both so wasted.”

Tossing the “baby” back into the seat, but failing to fasten the seat belt, all six of them disappeared into the nail polish as I pondered this notion of the “real world.” In my real world, most homeschoolers have instant access to babies, whether it is younger siblings or nieces and nephews of older ones. No one needs to tell them that babies require responsibility and hard work because they watch their moms every single day. They are the most often requested babysitters of parents in the church because they know how to change diapers, are fun for kids to hang out with, and they actually enjoy being with little children. “I was so wasted” is not in their vocabulary because they are too busy writing computer programs, attending NASA science camps, maintaining home businesses, creating culinary works of art in the kitchen, and writing novels. I couldn’t help but wonder if Aunt Bess and Mr. Armbruster even know what “the real world” is in 2010.

And, by the way, in my real world, flour is used for baking. I wonder how many of those girls knew that.

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the power of repentance

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One evening when he was still quite young, Paul had been playing in the kitchen with a friend who had stopped by after his normal bedtime hour. His father, evangelist Dwight L. Moody, observed this and then commanded that his son go to bed. Paul Moody said: “I retreated immediately and in tears, for it was an almost unheard of thing that he should speak with such directness or give an order unaccompanied by a smile. But I had barely gotten into my little bed before he was kneeling beside it in tears and seeking my forgiveness for having spoken so harshly. He never, he said, intended to speak crossly to one of his children.”

This childhood experience remained with Paul and later he acknowledged the impact it had upon his religious life. He said “Half a century must have passed since then and while it is not the earliest of my recollections I think it is the most vivid, and I can still see that room in the twilight and that large bearded figure with the great shoulders bowed above me and hear the broken voice and the tenderness in it. I like best to think of him that way. Before then and after I saw him holding the attention of thousands of people, but asking the forgiveness of his unconsciously disobedient little boy for having spoken harshly seemed to me then and seems now a finer and a greater thing and to it I owe more that I owe to any of his sermons. For to this I am indebted for an understanding of the meaning of the Fatherhood of God and a belief in the love of God had its beginnings that night in my childish mind.” ~ from My Father: An Intimate Portrait of Dwight L. Moody by his son, Paul Moody

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power in the cross

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December’s ice storms brought a lot of damage to my town and for a week I could hear tree limbs cracking and limbs crashing to the ground all around this old neighborhood where I live. The shrill buzz of chain saws followed as city workers and home owners cleared the streets every day for a couple weeks. Some roads were blocked off entirely as branches, beautiful but fragile under their burden, continued to drop. It was a dangerous situation and required the road crews to be alert to downed wires and even citizens trapped in their homes.

Now that spring is here, the chain saws are out again. The eminent danger of falling debris has long passed but people are looking more closely at their properties and deciding which trees could cause problems in the future.

Hebrews 12:1 reminds us that, in order to be Christians who have a testimony before a watching world, we are to “throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles” so we can “run with perseverance the race marked out for us.”

Sometimes this means clearing the path of the obvious weighty matter that keeps us from following hard after Christ. Temptations, wrong opinions, attitudes, and patterns of wrong behavior, all are right in front of us along our spiritual paths. When we continually place our own lives up against the backdrop of Jesus’ teachings, we quickly see the stark contrast and we are convicted.

Other times, finding the less obvious sin requires taking the spiritual chain saw to those threatening things that weigh us down, those heart idols that make us fragile and in danger of destruction. I believe it is these more subtle temptations, these hidden issues of the heart, that can be the most dangerous because they often come disguised as insignificant or even as something good.

The last few weeks I have been repeatedly brought back to Jonah 2:8: “Those who cling to worthless idols forfeit the grace that could be theirs.” Oh how often it applies to me! I want to believe that my good works count for something, that I am piling up righteousness points, adding badges to my own personal Good Christian vest. I want to compare myself to someone I think is not measuring up, either to God or even to me. Though I profess faith in Christ alone by grace alone through faith alone, I find myself trying to hang the temple veil back up, struggling on the ladder of my own goodness, looking for that illusive earthly priest who will take my “humble” sacrifice. And the result is that I forfeit the grace God so willingly and lovingly wants to lavish upon my life.

Maundy Thursday is past, Good Friday is here and Easter is upon us. Let’s spend some time looking at Jesus alone, resting in His grace. Let’s clear out those things that threaten our path. And let’s strike down the personal idols, one at a time. Let’s embrace the triumph of grace.

(originally posted 2009)

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homeschooling and sacrifice

 

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“During the War of 1812, the harbor of Baltimore became a prime target for British ships determined to shut down commerce between England and the fledgling United States. Nearly bankrupt from years spent struggling for independence, there was little money to support a military defense of this strategic target. However, the citizens of Baltimore who understood what was at risk banded together and lined up their own vessels, small and large, and sank them, creating an underwater barrier deterring the British armada. They willingly sacrificed all they had, their own financial resources and even their very lives, to defeat the enemy that threatened the lives and the futures of their families.

Agape love calls for this kind of sacrifice and homeschooling is most successful when this sacrificial relationship becomes the cornerstone of everything else we do. As our children witness our commitment to them through homeschooling, their view of who we are in their lives is shaped in a powerful way. One time our eight-year-old son overheard us talking about the homeschooling conference we had attended and the training we had received. In astonishment, he asked, “Wow, you did all that for us?”

Choosing to homeschool our children over our personal interests, hobbies, and even financial gain opens and prepares the soil of their hearts to receive the Word. The fruits of obeying the love one another commands will be seen and shared not only in the here and now in our homes, but will be experienced far and wide and even into future generations. Not only will it alter the course of many lives lived on earth but it will have eternal consequences.” ~ from The Joy of Relationship Homeschooling ~ when the one anothers come home

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celebrating women’s history month: the Rosies of WW II

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Today we are celebrating some of the Rosies whose tireless efforts on the home front during World War II gave us a tremendous victory as a nation!

Unlike regional wars that we are most familiar with today, world wars involve the efforts of entire nations whose citizens rally together alongside their allies in order to defeat a common enemy. World War II, particularly, saw the people of the United States working together, men and women of all ages and social status, to support the 6 million men in the various branches of the US armed services. Moms, sisters, daughters, aunts, cousins, grandmothers, and sweethearts all participated in amazing ways toward the war effort and attempted things no women had ever done before.

Because of the enormous numbers of men drafted into service, women had to step into their factory positions, learning manufacturing skills and finding creative ways to care for their families as they did. By the end of the war, over 19 million women had joined the work force to support the troops here at home. One government advertisement asked women: “Can you use an electric mixer? If so, you can learn to operate a drill.”

In 1942, Redd Evans and John Jacob Loeb wrote the song “Rosie the Riviter” to recognize the contribution of these women and Norman Rockwell’s famous drawing on the cover of the Saturday Evening Post a year later iconized her for posterity. The illustration depicts a muscular woman eating lunch with a rivet gun on her lap and a copy of Hitler’s manifesto, Mein Kampf, under her penny loafer!

Other women contributed their energies by creatively providing food. Almost every backyard had a victory garden for feeding not only families to supplement rationed staples but also to feed the troops. Perhaps my all-time favorite story from WW II involves the women from North Platte, Nebraska who volunteered and fed millions of soldiers who came through by train during the war years. Offering encouragement, a warm meal, and often a listening ear, the women of North Platte represented all Americans. For more on their amazing story, listen to one of the women who was a part of the canteen. Also, listen to one of my favorite podcasts and remember the women who went before us in ministry to others using their own unique gifts and talents!

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would love to see you!

I will be speaking about Relationship Homeschooling at a couple upcoming homeschool events and would love to connect with you if you are in the area! My workshop will discuss the Principles of Organic Mentoring and my book will be available! And an added treat is that Clay will be with me! Yeah!

 

Quad City Homeschool Convention

North Ridge Community Church – 1700 Blackhawk Trail Road; Eldridge, IA

March 28th, 2015

The convention is free and  great opportunity to connect to with other homeschooling families in the area. Check out their Facebook page for more information! 

Also, I am excited to be included as a Featured Speaker at this awesome event! I will be giving three workshops, including The Curse of the Amazon Barbie, Restoring Relationships with Adult Children, and Relationship Homeschooling Principles. If you will be in Cincinnati, please come to a workshop and stop by my book table! I would love to chat!!!

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MIDWEST Homeschool Convention

Duke Energy Convention Center.

 Cincinnati, Ohio, April 9-11, 2015

Be sure to check out their website for registration information! 

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celebrating women’s history month: Gladys Aylward

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Today’s celebrates woman in history is Gladys Aylward, missionary and defender of the women and children in China.

Gladys Aylward was born in London in February of 1902 to a working class family. She entered the work force at age 14 as a parlor maid, otherwise know as a house servant, and her responsibilities included doing heavy chores, long hours, and low pay. Gladys had been going to church off and on in her life and was familiar with the Gospel message but had no personal relationship with God. One night a stranger confronted her and asked about her spiritual need which convinced her to go see the pastor. She talked with the pastor’s wife and trusted Christ alone for her salvation.

Gladys’ life was overwhelmingly changed after she was converted. She dreamed of going to another country and sharing about Jesus as a missionary which led her to the China Inland Mission. She enrolled in the training but failed. So she worked at other jobs and saved money.

One day, Gladys heard of a 73 year old missionary, Mrs. Larson, who needed a young assistant to help her in China. So with all the money she had saved, she bought a train ticket on the Trans-Siberian railway. Finally on October 15th, 1932, Gladys said goodbye to her friends and family and set out for China. She traveled across England and Europe without any troubles but eastern Russia was a dangerous war zone. When she wasn’t allowed to go any farther on the train, she got off and walked in the snow to the nearest station. Her passport was stolen from her and she was forced to take a boat to Japan and then to China where from she rode a train, a bus, and a mule to get to the city of Yangchen. She only could have gotten there by the grace of God!

With not much of a welcoming party, Gladys started missionary work at an inn for muleteers owned by Mrs. Larson.  The inn provided shelter for the mules and a place for the muleteers to eat and sleep and Gladys worked alongside Yang, the cook. While the muleteers would eat, Mrs. Larson and Gladys would tell them Bible stories but because Gladys was a foreigner she was not easily trusted.

Gladys slowly but surely learned the language but only 8 months after she arrived, Mrs. Larson became sick and died and Gladys was left with no way of getting any income. A few weeks later, the Mandarin of Yangchen came and asked Gladys to become the official foot inspector, a job that required that Gladys visit all the surrounding communities and tell people that binding girl’s feet was illegal and that they must unbind them. The Mandarin told her he needed someone with big unbound feet and Gladys accepted, knowing it would give her even more opportunities to spread the Gospel!

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So Gladys began visiting and revisiting houses to check on the girls and people started to get to know her. Two years after she went to China the Mandarin asked Gladys to stop a riot in the prison. The men were killing each other  but Gladys commanded them to stop and tell her what was wrong. They were tired of being cooped up and needed food and work. From then on Gladys was known as “Ai-weh-deh” which means “virtuous one.”

Once Gladys saw a beggar on the road with a very sick child beside her so she bought this child for nine pence and then adopted her, naming her Ninepence! One day, Ninepence brought home a little boy, assuring Gladys that she would eat less if only they could keep him. And so they did, naming him Less, and her family grew!  In 1936, Gladys became a Chinese citizen and continued to dress like the people around her.

In 1938, the war began between Japan and China, which later resulted in WWII. Japan invaded China, dropping bombs on Yengchen. All the people escaped into the mountains as the Japanese came into the city. TheNationalist army drove them out and the people settled back into regular life until more bombs were dropped on Yangchen and the whole thing would start over again. Because was working as a spy for the Chinese, there a ransom on her head.

Gladys had about 100 orphans that she felt needed to go to a safer city. Gladys , along with 100 children, hiked for 12 days toward the city of Sian to an orphanage. On the 12th day she was at the Yellow River with no way to get across. She and the children prayed and sang to God. A Chinese officer on patrol heard them and took them across. Finally safe in Sian, Gladys collapsed with typhoid and delirium.

Once Gladys got better she resumed ministering to lepers and prisoners, and soon started a church. Gladys was still very weak and ill and never quite regained her strength. In 1949, after nearly 20 years in China, she finally went home to England where she received lots of publicity and even dined with Queen Elizabeth. She stayed in London for 10 years because China had closed its doors. But she wasn’t comfortable in England so she went to Hong Kong and Formosa and opened orphanages and ministered to people there until her death in China in 1970. She was 68.

Gladys was a very faithful missionary and although experienced lots of troubles, she kept her faith and hope in God. In the world’s eyes, she may not have done very much, but she helped many “small” people and did without so that many could know the richness that comes from a relationship with jesus Christ. The world would be a better place if there were more people like the “insignificant, uneducated, and ordinary” Gladys Aylward.

(adapted from an article from a now-defunct website, author unknown.)

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mongolian beef on the prairie style

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I am not a proficient chef of ethic foods made with authentic recipes but I love to experiment with American adaptations which always turn out to be delicious. This version of Mongolian Beef is no exception!  I serve ours topped with crunchy Chinese noodles because we are not very cosmopolitan out here on the prairie and because we think all oriental food should come with a side of crunchy noodles!

 

Mongolian Beef Prairie Style

2-3 pound beef roast of your choosing. The cheaper cuts work great as long as you plan ahead and allow plenty of cooking time.

1/2 half cup firmly packed brown sugar

1/2 cup low sodium soy sauce

1/2 cup oil

1/2 Tbs. powdered ginger

1 Tbs. minced garlic

1/2 cup corn starch

1 cup water

1 1/2 to 2 pounds broccoli, fresh or frozen, gently steamed and seasoned with salt and pepper

brown rice, tossed with butter and salt to taste

Place roast in heavy pan and roast in oven at 350 degrees for 1 hour. Whisk together next 7 ingredients until smooth and poor over meat. Return to oven and cook for 2 more hours, until sauce is bubbly and meat is tender.  Remove from oven and slice or shred. Return to oven and turn oven down to low, stirring to cover all the meat. Prepare broccoli, drain, add to beef mixture. Serve over rice, top with crunchies!

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celebrating women’s history month: Florence Nightengale

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Today’s celebration of Women’s History Month features Florence Nightingale, Italian nurse and standard bearer for modern nursing practices. Her influence worldwide in the area of health care is a testimony to God’s grace in her life.

Florence was born in Florence, Italy on May 12, 1820. Although Italian born, she grew up in London, England where her education included the study of Greek, Latin, German, French and Italian. Her father taught her history and philosophy while her governess schooled her in music and drawing. As part of an upper class family, Nightingale and her sister were expected to grow up as proper ladies who would “devote themselves to their family, husband, society, entertainment and cultural pursuits” (Bullough, 1993).

But Florence was driven by a different dream. She believed that her attraction to nursing was God’s will, or “a calling,” and because of that she made many personal sacrifices to pursue her professional life with intensity.

Her family disapproved of her decision to take up the nursing profession, which was seen in her day as a vocation for lower classes, one carried out under harsh conditions in dirty hospital environments. The family’s disappointment did not deter her from her goal, and at the age of 33, having studied nursing for nine years, Florence began caring for the sick.

In 1853, she was asked to work at the Harley Street Nursing Home. There, she made improvements that included better organization and training for the staff, and she implemented a system that piped hot water to every floor. She also created a lift to bring patients their meals (Falkus, 1980).

The Crimean War began and the British army was unprepared to accommodate British battle injuries and casualties in Crimea. This led to disasters such as cholera, lack of supplies, and inadequate sanitation. British Secretary of War, Sidney Herbert asked Nightingale to take nurses and help the hospital in Scoter, Turkey. On October 21, 1854 she set out for the hospital with the 38 nurses she had trained.

Entering the hospital, Florence was appalled and horrified by what she saw. Wounded soldiers lay on straw mats that lined the room like coffins waiting for burial. The floor was covered with dirt and blood. There were no hospital gowns: the men still wore their uniforms. As Nightingale passed them, each soldier tried to act stern and tough, but their boyish faces betrayed unmistakable pain. Those who were able to conquer their convulsions lay still, as if dead.

The first change Florence made was scrubbing all the injured men’s clothes. Then, she spent her own money buying bandages, operating tables and other basic necessities for the hospital. Her nurses cleaned the whole hospital so there were no more germs and this helped to stop contamination and spread of disease. She is a hero because she changed the hospital and saved lives with her determination and hard work.

Florence Nightingale also changed the profession of nursing forever. Nursing was once an occupation with little respect: people didn’t think you needed any special training or skills to do it, and most nurses were poor and uneducated. It was very unusual for Florence, who came from the upper class, to work in a hospital. The hospital conditions were more sanitary after she reorganized everything. Funds and donations flooded into hospitals and the patients received better care. Hospitals around the world were changed forever, and caring for the sick became an honorable profession.

The state of the hospital in Turkey was horrendous but even more challenging was the hostile attitude the nurses received from the doctors. Many did not even allow nurses inside the wards! It wasn’t until the Battle of Inkerman, during which the British suffered many casualties and the hospitals became overcrowded that the doctors were forced to ask for help.

Florence sent reports back to London about ways to improve conditions and assumed care of the patients at night, moving about each floor comforting patients with a lamp in hand. This intimate relationship with her patients earned her the affectionate title of “Lady with the Lamp.”

Through selfless devotion and sheer determination, Florence Nightingale transformed the profession of nursing forever. She gave dignity and honor to what continues to be a female-dominated profession and revolutionized hospital conditions, making them more organized and above all, sanitary. Largely because of her efforts, funds and donations flood into hospitals, allowing patients around the world to receive better care.

“I solemnly pledge myself before God and in the presence of this assembly, to pass my life in purity and to practice my profession faithfully. I will abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous, and will not take or knowingly administer any harmful drug. I will do all in my power to maintain and elevate the standard of my profession, and will hold in confidence all personal matters committed to my keeping and all family affairs coming to my knowledge in the practice of my calling. With loyalty will I endeavor to aid the physician, in his work, and devote myself to the welfare of those committed to my care.” 

~ The Florence Nightingale Oath

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