Don’t get too much religion?

It was 1962. Kay had the night off after she had worked all day. No big plans but she longed for the rest. The night nurse working the graveyard shift caught her on her way out of the hospital.
“Please Kay. We’re short handed tonight. One of the girls called in sick, can you stay?”
A lump caught in Kay’s throat as her mind said a resounding, “No.” She smiled softly at the woman, “If you need me, I will stay.”
Her feet throbbed like they were on fire after a full day’s work, her back began to give up on her as she cleared bed pans, checked paitents, fetched cloths and so on. She was working the first floor but was on call for the girl on the second floor; short handed had meant it would only be the two of them working that night.
She had a tray of pills she was bringing up to the second floor from the dispensary- next she had to take each prescription to each paitent. She entered the room of a man known to be grumpy and picky, she sighed as she went in, this was the life of a nurse after all. The man looked at her and barked, “I know you’ve got religion. You’re one of those Christians.”
Kay eyed him gently, “that’s right, what does that mean to you?”
He sniffed, amused by her response, “I don’t mind religion. It’s fine. Just long as you don’t get too much of it.”
Kay laughed softy, “sir,” she responded, “I can never get too much of Jesus.”

You never know who you will speak to, when or where, but God might show you why.
Kay never found out if her words impacted the man in a positive way, but 94 years later and demention seeping in, she still recalls in clear detail the night she said yes to an extra shift at work and was led to tell a grumpy man in a second floor hospital room that, “you can never get too much of Jesus.”
God will use you even if you are not ready and waiting.