Prayer for the Lost

I love being a nurse. I like taking care of my patients, getting to know them and their families. I like knowing that I can make a difference in their lives; have some sort of positive impact. I value the human contact whether it's helping someone recover from an ilness or helping someone to die.
Unfortunately, that care takes place in a hospital. And more and more it seems that health care is percieved as a business. Not a business of caring for people but a business for profit. Now, technically, I work for a non-profit hospital but let's be realistic--When rounds are held daily and nurses are asked "Why is this person still here?", it drives home the point that the powers that be are interested more in the. bottom line. It's sad, but it's also reality.
In the coarse of my career, I've held 4 nursing jobs ranging from long term care to ICU. I've loved different aspects of all of them. Everytime I've changed jobs, I've had a push. My first job, a friend at work handed me and the help wanted section of the paper nad told me to call for an interview, then stood there while I made the call. The point is, there has always been the moment or the point when I've realized it's time to move on and someone has been there showing me a new direction. Well, I'm at the point now where I'm getting that vague feeling again that the time is coming to move on. Unfortunately, for the time being, I'm directionless. So I find myself praying for guidance.
I read a book a long time ago by Linda Goodman called Star Signs ( I was very into astrology and numerology at the time) and it basically said that when the student is ready, the teacher will arrive. Now, I don't know that I'm ever ready for change. Once I'm comfortable somewhere, it's very hard for me to move. But I find myself being more watchful. This is, I suppose, the best we can do. To be watchful and mindful of every day. So I will and I'll just have to see what happens.