Had you asked me if being married to a nurse meant that I saw her in the trenches helping people 7 months ago, I would have said “no.” Now I would say “yes.” Jessica and I were on our way home from an Easter celebration last spring when we witnessed a horrible motorcycle accident. She was among the first on the scene to try and help the person. It’s tough to remember how things actually happened, but it is as if she leaped out of the car while I was still driving to go and help.

Almost two weeks ago, a FBI chase ended with a crash just a few houses down from our front door. Jessica was home that morning, ran out of the house, borrowed paper towels from a neighbor, and began providing care to a pregnant woman who was in the car being chased. Apparently the man driving the car was wanted for questioning surrounding a homicide and the woman and her 6 year old child were also in the car. After helping the woman with her injuries, Jess sat with the young boy for awhile until ambulances arrived and took them away to be treated.

Then just a week ago we were celebrating my sister’s birthday with her at Oklahoma Joe’s (no doubt the best barbecue in the world) when an elderly man appeared to be struggling. Well before ambulances arrived, Jessica was talking with the man, taking his pulse, asking critical questions and assessing him—still in her scrubs from work that day.

These are just a few instances I have been able to witness or have heard about outside the walls of the hospital recently. Add to those stories the countless times she’s been involved in lifesaving efforts at Research Medical Center and taking care of patients who appreciate her so much they send cards and flowers after they leave. She’s amazing. When I’m old and wrinkly, unable to care for myself, and borderline insane, I’m comforted by the thought that she’ll take great care of me. And when I am experiencing any of those aforementioned symptoms between now and then I have the same assurance. She’s wonderful. If only more people in the world could be taken care of by a nurse like Jessica.

Switching subjects, I miss making music. I need it in my life. I have a pretty big idea that was planted last summer during our trip to Europe and I plan to begin composing some music for this adventure. I’ll tell you about it sometime if you want to know. Below is just a brief little sample I created on my acoustic guitar at Youthfront Camp West last weekend when I was leading worship for Youthfront’s Go Retreat. That was a refreshing experience. You’ll either have to crane your head sideways or neglect watching and just listen to the video as I seem to have uploaded it incorrectly. Enjoy!