Retired

Well folks, I finally did it. After 8 years of working in EMS for American Medical Response and a total of 10 years experience in the business I finally quit. If you're sitting there thinking "there really is a God," you're right. There is nothing else in the world aside from Him who could have made me retire my Smith and Wesson duty boots and reflective all weather coat.
I loved working on the rigs. No matter where I went from the streets of Seattle to Bethel, Alaska to Vancouver, Canada to Mexico City, Mexico to hurricane devastated Mississippi it seem like I couldn't escape my ambulances. I lost count of how many calls I ran after the fist 3500.
This year I had accepted a new position within the company as a CCT nurse (critical care transport RN) which came with a significant raise and was a great opportunity for more advanced training and experience. I loved it and the new role seemed to come very naturally.
So why did I quit? It's simple but complicated at the same time. The quick answer is that "my rice krispies made me do it." The real answer: "My rice krispies made me do it." To make a long story short I felt convicted, prayed hard, and heard from the Lord. Though resigning was a difficult thing to do, I was excited to do it because I knew it had come from the Lord.
However, I soon discovered that doing the right thing doesn't always immediately solve all of life's little difficulties. After I quit I didn't feel relieved, my schedule didn't get any easier, and I felt pretty miserable. But I should be excited about that too, I guess it just means that I finally figured out how to prioritize. I realized that I had tried to put my own desires and plans first. So now I'm just asking, "God, where are you taking me?" I pray that the answer is closer to Him.