Your Own Higher Ground

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Live in a world of competition

Friends or Foes full of ambition

Set eyes on them causes intimidation

Try to measure up may have limitation

Turn your eyes inward to find your passion

Turn your eyes upward to seek inspiration

Knowing there is only one of you in the whole creation

No one is like you, so create your specialization

With His blessings, target a higher ground with your own expectation

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Daily Prompt: Measure

Healing from Above

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The offender never apologize

The inflictor will only deny

The sword of tongue so sharpen

The stabber laughs with his knife

He lives on merry go lucky

The hurt, the wound, the confusion

Caused by one with no conscience

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The healing of the wound

Never comes from this person, but

Comes from letting go

As hard as it might be

Forgive him, set him free

Only then

The hurting heart is relieved

Ready to receive the healing from Above

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Daily Prompt: Heal

Debbie’s Forgiving Connection: Forgiving Friday

Prudent Life

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Live for the moment is not the same as live as if there is no tomorrow.

Planning for tomorrow with the trust that tomorrow is in His Mighty Hand.

Take treasure the entrusted energy, materials, and means for living.

Be prudent in spending, with His help, live a simple life of worry-free.

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Daily Prompt: Prudent

Weekly Photo Challenge: It IS Easy Being Green!

Beautiful Tiny Baby

Seven months being pregnant

Driving from California to Oregon

For a Christmas occasion

“Take breaks more often.” Doctor said

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Still, it was 1,000 miles in distance

When we arrived, I had contraction

Went to the hospital in Salem

 “We are not equipped to care for

Premature babies.” Doctor said

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I was taken by an ambulance

Traveled one hour to Portland

I was holding my baby tight

Praying, telling her, “I love you,”

All the way

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We arrived to the hospital safe and sound

The contraction seemed to quiet down

I had a belt on my belly strapped around

To monitor the frequency of contraction

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Not long after I had dinner

The monitor beeped a warning sound

Yes, my daughter wanted to come around

A Caesarean Section is in order

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 “An experimental drug could be

Injected to your spinal chord

To mature the baby’s lungs, so to

Breathe on her own support

The effect to you is unknown.” Doctor said

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Without hesitation, I wanted the injection

It turned out to be a right decision

Baby Mercy only needed twelve hours of

Respiratory help

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She was tiny and beautiful

I had her in my arms,

Her eyes followed my mine

My baby had the Angel’s guide

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Her birth was years ago,

The vivid memory never gets old

She started with her tiny feet

Her steps have been directed by

Her heavenly Father’s lead

Daily Prompt: Vivid

Daily Prompt: Hesitate

Weekly Photo Challenge – A Good Match, Kidney Transplant

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In the summer of 2008, my husband Lynton, my daughter Mercy, her boyfriend (now husband) Will, and I wanted to attend my nephew’s wedding in Hong Kong. That was the year when the Summer Olympic was held in China.  The airfares going to Hong Kong from US were higher than usual due to people traveled to Beijing through Hong Kong. After searching, I found a Thailand tour via Hong Kong, and we could stay in Hong Kong at any length of time.

We went to Hong Kong and attended my nephew’s beautiful wedding. Then we had a five-day tour in Thailand. When the tour was over, we came back to US via Hong Kong. There was a couple hours layover.

While we were waiting in the Hong Kong airport, I gave a call to my sister Yolanda. To my surprise, there was worrisome news. While we were in Thailand, my brother-in-law Patrick went to work on the train as usual. He got on the train, but had an intuition that he should get off the train in the next station, and he did. As soon as he got off, he felt dizzy and fainted. Upon arriving the Emergency Room, and attended by a doctor, he was diagnosed with kidney failure.

I felt sad for the news. The whole family and the church family prayed for Patrick’s healing. Somehow Patrick and Yolanda had known about the possibility for quite some time.  The doctor put Patrick on routine dialysis at the hospital as outpatient service. Eventually he learned to do it by himself at home. He was making good adjustment.

After assessing the chances and distance, he registered in the medical system in China to get a kidney donation. His blood type is O. He could only receive kidney with blood type O, whereas any blood types could accept blood type O kidney. He has less chance to get a same blood type kidney. He was told that the waiting time was from two to ten years.

The four basic blood types are A, B, AB and O. (Type O is the most common blood type and anyone of any blood type can accept type O.)

Patrick accepted the fact the he had to wait for a long time to get a kidney donation. He quit his job to take care of himself. Yolanda was very supportive. During this time, their children stayed in Vancouver, B.C. by themselves in order to finished school.

After six months waiting, Patrick received a phone call from China; let him know that there was a kidney donation for him, and that he had to go right away for the transplant. Yolanda was not able to go with him without advanced notice to her government job. Patrick’s sister went with him, taking the night train to China. Next day, Yolanda was able to take time off from work and joined Patrick. She stayed with him for the 10 days while Patrick went through testing, transplant, and observation. Apparently the donor and the receiver were a Good Match. Patrick’s body didn’t show any sign of rejection of the new kidney.

They then went back to Hong Kong to be cared by their doctor. He was making good progress slowly but surely. We thank God that it was a miracle for him to get a kidney donation within six month. It was a miracle that it was a Good Match of the donor and receiver.

To fast forward the story, Patrick eventual went back to work part time, and then transitioned to full time. He is now working a combination of a part time church pastor, and part time Headquarter staff for his church. God is merciful. His loving kindness is with us forever!

Weekly Photo Challenge: A Good Match

Daily Prompt – Aware

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In this quiet morning

After the long night of rain

The ground is still wet

The morning dew still on

The leaves and petals

Call my awareness of Your presence

Meditate on Your provision

The drought had been too long

Grass died, flowers dried

Life is harsh without rain

Days and weeks of rain

Bring us freshness in the air

Remind us to count, Your

Outpour of blessings

Daily Prompt: Aware

Gratitude Moments #7

April 29, 2009

My surgery was on March 12 and was discharged on March 19. The melanoma doctor, Dr. O’Day, said I could rest for six weeks before the next bio-chemotherapy. During these six weeks, I had to get strong physically and nutritionally. By this time, my vomiting had subsided. My appetite was increased. It was a good sign because I could eat as much as possible. I needed to gain at least six pounds in six weeks. With this mindset, I ate whenever my stomach allowed. I ate ice-cream every day. One friend teased me by saying that, “Go ahead and eat ice cream before you have to worry about weight gain!”

 Several of my neighbors had been our friends for twenty some years. They invited us over for dinners. One neighbor, Doris, invited us almost every weekend. Her son, Randy, my husband’s best friend, barbecued steaks. Doris said, “Miriam, eat. The meat will help to replenish your blood.” I did, I ate the biggest piece of steak on the platter. She was so pleased that I could eat. She told everybody included her dental hygiene patients that I ate the biggest piece of steak.

The chemo drugs burned all the cells in me, good and bad. I was down to skin and bone. Another issue was the burning that dried up my skin. I soaked in the hot bath for an hour each night. After the tough skins got soften a little bit, I scrubbed off the dead skin gently. After drying off, I put layers of lotion, and thick cream, and then lotion all over my body. The cream only served as sealing of my skin. As soon as the cream dried up, I felt itchy everywhere. It would take months down the road for the new skin to be the replacement of the dead skin. Soaking in the bath before bedtime helped me not to feel itchy at night. There were a few nights I could not get enough hot water for the bath, my husband boiled the water on the stove and carried pots of hot water to fill the bathtub. I could never forget about what he did for me!

As far as my body temperature, it was very difficult to describe. On one hand, I didn’t have enough blood to keep me warm, so I bundled up from head to toes in a warm spring time. Yet the drugs continue to burn and made my skin sensitive and hot. Bedtime was a drag for me. When I went to bed, I put a sheet between my legs so they would not have direct contact. With covers on, I would be too hot. Without covers on, I would be cold. So I just put a sheet over my upper body. I took medication to help me sleep, yet all the discomfort took three or four hours to be calmed down before I felt asleep. My husband kept very quiet when he got up in the morning. I had the mask on so the sunlight didn’t wake me up. It was about nine or ten o’clock when I woke up.

During this time, the world was thousands of miles away from me. The pain, discomfort, and weakness were ever present. This was also a time I felt the Lord was right next to me. I talked with Him all the time. I just said to him, “Please help me through this. I need to get well. I need to be well for my husband and my daughter.” His assurance gave me hope. His Word gave me strength and endurance to take a tiny step at a time. I knew I could make it.

 

Daily Prompt:  Replacement