Tuesday, May 29, 2007
THE ROAD I'VE TAKEN
Nothing like a box of Cadburry. Well, after a long hiatus, if I may call it, I am now actually finding it hard to decide whether I would write something about that box of chocolate I would die for, or about that new pair of skirt and shirt I got from my sister's friend's rummage sale who's migrating, or about the way I am seated in this photo, slouched, painfully thin from all the hardwork this present life requires, or that contented smile born out of my husband's regular weekly break from the camp...pppphhhh!!! Such a long sentence that is. You see, there is so much goings-on in my life, a lot to blog about. But I only got two hands!! Sometimes I just wish I'm a giant octopus.
Not that I am resenting, though. God has been good to me and in spite of daily concerns, left and right, he still gives me reasons to be thankful for everyday. I can talk about these reasons for hours, but on top of these all is a happy family life. As long as no one among my loved ones gets sick, I am more or less a happy person, eager to give more.
My concerns lately, were mostly about the concerns of those I love.
1. A friend currently based in Atlanta, who recently gave birth via vacuum extractor, has been in deep darkness with her baby's life in danger. Right now, we're still praying for Baby Mikko to survive, grow up well and healthy. That is one miracle Gabriel and I have been praying for, very fervently.
2. Another friend, still not married, has been biting her nails over the possibility that she could be pregnant. Human beings are inherently hardheaded. That's all I can say.
3. My own brother, our only brother, trying out a new life for his family in Manila. With 5 little kids in tow, and a pregnant wife, I can understand why he said, one time, driving like mad along one of the highways there, shouted and cried out to God all what his heart couldn't say. That same night, when he told me about it, I cried and cried and cried until there were no more tears to cry, but I was still crying.
These are just three among the many. And these sufferings are mine, too. I take it upon myself, to suffer like they do. How can I help it? I've been on my knees many times over and though I may never understand God why he allows his people to be in such pain, at least I know at the end of the road, he is there waiting.