The week has slipped by in a whirlwind of unpacking, sorting, cleaning, bleaching, and more bleaching.  New staff ready and eager to work have jumped in with both feet, and by Friday afternoon I was thinking, "wow, this is actually starting to look like a hospital again!"  Praise music, great teamwork, and the occasional disco dance party with the ICU panic lights have turned a potentially dreary job into (rather exhausting) fun.

Who could have thought that even this dirty, sweaty, and often disgusting work could truly be worship?