Life without a goal or destination
Like wandering with blindly eyes hidden
Unrecognized when we achieved, even small
Puzzled the reason why we hit a wall
Reached a dead end wondering where we’ve gone
Setting goals with the eyes in your mind
Trusting Him who can see far beyond
He will hold your hand and guide your steps
Reaching the height higher than what you expect
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Daily Prompt: Blindly
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.
Daily Prompt: Prudent
Weekly Photo Challenge: It IS Easy Being Green!
This is the “52 Weeks of Thankfulness” Week 4 at Haddon Musings.
I have been traveling by air for forty five years, and haven’t missed a flight yet. When the flights were delayed in a significant amount of time, the airlines usually compensate by overnight accommodation, tokens, or coupons. If we miss the flight, that’s another story.
We almost missed the flight coming back to California from Portland, Oregon last Tuesday, March 28. We eventually made it and got on the plane eight minutes before the plane closed the door! I was so very thankful!
Here is the story. We were leaving Portland last Tuesday. My daughter and her husband went to work. We checked out from the hotel at 11:00 a.m. Our flight left at 5:55 p.m., so we spent a few hours at their house, then took the MAX trains to the airport.
I already went online and printed the train schedule. We needed to take the yellow line to a Transit Center, and then walked across several crosswalks to the red line that goes to the airport. We took the yellow line on time as recommended. After we got off the yellow line and walked to the red line station, for some reason, we were just a few steps short to catch the red line train.
Alright, the train comes by every fifteen minutes; we just had to wait for the next train! My husband said the next train would arrive in 24 minutes due to a 10 minutes delay. I started to get anxious, and looked at the time on my phone every 15 seconds. I sent a text to my daughter about the delay. My daughter offered to ask her husband to take us to the airport. I looked at the traffic and told her that driving could be worse. The 24 minutes wait was like forever, but finally the red line train came.
While we were still on the train, my phone received the boarding notification. I just kept praying instead of telling my husband. I knew if we had no problem going through the security check, we would have a chance to make it.
Thankfully, we had TSA Pre-check, so we went through the short line for security check. Then my husband ran to the gate, let them know that we were there. He had my phone with the Boarding Passes. We finally got on the plane eight minutes before the door was closed.
I sent a text to my daughter to let her know that we made it. She said she was praying for us all that time! God is good!
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Seven months being pregnant
Driving from California to Oregon
For a Christmas occasion
“Take breaks more often.” Doctor said
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
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
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
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
“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
Without hesitation, I wanted the injection
It turned out to be a right decision
Baby Mercy only needed twelve hours of
She was tiny and beautiful
I had her in my arms,
Her eyes followed my mine
My baby had the Angel’s guide
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
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
April 3, 2009
I was discharged from the surgery on March 22. An appointment was made to visit the doctor in two weeks. During these two weeks, I recorded the amount of fluid collected from the drainage into the two bottles. One bottle was getting less and less fluid, but the one with the needle inserted to my left thigh had the same amount of fluid every day. The fluid just didn’t circulate to my upper body. The only outlet was through the drainage.
At the meantime, I had a lot of pain on my left abdomen and left leg. The numbness went from the upper left thigh to below the knee.
The doctor’s instruction was to lay flat and elevate the legs. By doing so, it would help to reduce the swelling. He also asked me to stay “active” as much as I could, so I did little things here and there and walked around the house to keep my left leg awake.
After getting up for an hour or so, my leg’s swelling increased. It was so bad that I couldn’t bend my knee. Our bedroom is upstairs. I wasn’t able to alternate my feet when going up and down. I could only make my right leg do all the work and dragged my straight left leg without bending. When I tried to sit and elevate both legs, only the right leg could move to the elevating position, the left leg needed to be lifted to the position.
During my doctor’s visit, one draining tube was removed. The other one remained because the draining was still active. Two more weeks later, the draining did not decrease, but the doctor removed the second tube anyway. His instruction was to massage the leg to reroute the flow of the fluid.
I was praying all the time and kept a grateful spirit. Many cards, emails of comforting messages made me feel that I was not alone in this trial. Family and friends were by my side, they were literally carrying me through every step of the way. One person sent me an email saying, “You may not know me, but I am praying for you.”
I had never felt so weak physically all my life. There was no complaint about my pain, or my suffering. I was grateful to be alive. Our friend Dr. John Sailhamer was a Bible scholar, fluent in Hebrew and Greek. He wrote many books and Bible commentary. He was diagnosed with Alzheimer disease the same time I was diagnosed with cancer. He was in the early stage of disease when I went through my bio-chemotherapy. He translated Psalm 1 directly from Hebrew and hand wrote it for me. His kindness touched me so much. I read his translation of Psalm 1 every day, and meditated on one word a day. It gave me the assurance of God’s perfect plan for me.
The doctor gave me six weeks to rest until the third cycle of bio-chemotherapy. During these six weeks, my only job was to get strong enough for the next treatment. I’m blessed with a husband who took good care of me, did all the chores and cooking.