Dear Lord,
Thank you for all the blessings you have given us.
Lord, my Lola is sick.
She's sicker than I thought, and for this, I will never forgive myself.
I don't know what's going to happen to her, Lord, only you do.
It's her 5th day in the hospital today. I can't stand to see her like that.
Lord, thy will be done.
But I truly hope that it is your will that Lola recover from this episode in her life.
Lord, I pray for my Lola. I pray that you grant her your strength. I pray for your healing hand to touch her and make her well again.
Lord, I pray for me. I pray that you grant me strength to deal with this. I pray that during this time, you may help me show my Lola how much I love her, and how much she means to me. I pray that you may help me let Lola feel how much I love her.
Lord, thank you for my Lola. Thank you for giving her a great life. Thank you for allowing me to experience how great my Lola is, for allowing her to share her life with us.
Lord, thy will be done.
But I fervently pray that it is your will for my Lola to continue sharing her life with us here on earth.
Daddy, please help me in praying for Lola. Please help me be strong. I never really recovered from losing you, and I don't think I can handle another loss anytime soon.
I offer up everything to you, Lord. I trust in you. I know that you alone know what is best for all of us, and that you love us very much.
Thank you Lord, for loving us, for guiding us, for giving us strength and hope.
Thank you for always being there for us when we need you, even if we're not always there for you. We may not always show it, but we love you so much.
Thank you Lord for this experience. Please help us see you in this hardship that we are trying so hard to deal with, and please help us remember to look for you in this hardship that we are trying so hard to overcome.
Only you can help us through this.
And I surrender all to you.
Thank you, Lord.
Amen
Friday, March 6, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Escape Plan
We've all had those days when things go unbelievably wrong. Unbelievably, inconceivably, everything just goes awry.
What to do?
Pray?
Stay home for three days?
Go out and have a good time with friends, regardless?
Get a pedicure?
Cut your hair?
Get an intense workout from the gym?
Work your ass off?
Read your favorite book?
Go shopping?
Talk to someone on the phone for 6 hours?
Surf the internet?
Play with your baby?
Go out with someone else?
Hit a pillow?
Throw a tantrum?
Watch a Brad Pitt movie?
Listen to U2?
Been there, done ALL that.
Doesn't change the fact that we still have to deal with the problem for it to go away.
So just do it. Deal with it. Finish it.
Chalk it up to experience.
And forget about it.
Smile, people! Lighten up! Don't take it so seriously!
Life is not about where you are, or where you're going. It's about the ride!
Bumps and potholes, air pockets and big waves, are part of it!
So just suck it up and brace yourself for that bad turbulence, the humongous traffic, the sea-sickness over troubled waters.
"This, too, shall pass."
We may not see how rough the travel ahead might be.
But we can certainly be better prepared next time: if not how to deal with the road ahead, how to pick ourselves up after a crash landing.
What to do?
Pray?
Stay home for three days?
Go out and have a good time with friends, regardless?
Get a pedicure?
Cut your hair?
Get an intense workout from the gym?
Work your ass off?
Read your favorite book?
Go shopping?
Talk to someone on the phone for 6 hours?
Surf the internet?
Play with your baby?
Go out with someone else?
Hit a pillow?
Throw a tantrum?
Watch a Brad Pitt movie?
Listen to U2?
Been there, done ALL that.
Doesn't change the fact that we still have to deal with the problem for it to go away.
So just do it. Deal with it. Finish it.
Chalk it up to experience.
And forget about it.
Smile, people! Lighten up! Don't take it so seriously!
Life is not about where you are, or where you're going. It's about the ride!
Bumps and potholes, air pockets and big waves, are part of it!
So just suck it up and brace yourself for that bad turbulence, the humongous traffic, the sea-sickness over troubled waters.
"This, too, shall pass."
We may not see how rough the travel ahead might be.
But we can certainly be better prepared next time: if not how to deal with the road ahead, how to pick ourselves up after a crash landing.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Control Freak-ing Out
Recently, I have had the grand privilege of teeter-tottering on the line dividing the sane from those who are not.
Okay, I may be exaggerating. Just a little bit.
It's just one of those times when I lost my cool.
Which, for me, is BAD.
Melodrama?
First, let me orient you to MY take on what losing one's cool means.
Losing your cool, for me, is not the equivalent of losing your temper. When you lose your temper, sure, you've lost your cool. But you can lose your cool without even getting just a tad bit irritated. You can lose your cool when you're happy, sad, frightened, embarrassed, surprised, enamored--name a human emotion, and that's a venue where you can lose your cool.
Second, losing your cool is NOT the exact opposite of being stoic. When you're stoic, you are indifferent and unaffected by emotion. I believe that it is possible to fully, entirely, and satisfactorily express how you feel without losing your cool.
Third, the operational definition of "cool" is relative. My idea of "cool" might be completely different from the next person's. What may be cool for you may not be cool for me, and vice versa. When I jump up and down for joy in a public place, or laugh hysterically at a stupid joke, others might think I've lost it. For me, it's cool to express how you feel, as I have earlier said, so in my world, I'm still "cool" even if the world thinks I'm crazy to have to hug the parking attendant because I found an empty slot on the lot.
Lastly, losing one's cool is like showing the public a flash of mortality underneath that divine exterior. When someone's lost their cool, they become vulnerable fledglings, weaponless warriors, susceptible individuals who can be preyed upon by anyone and anything, weaklings rendered at the mercy of those who are stronger and more powerful, like paraplegics being thrown without life vests into the deep, murky waters of the sea!
Wow. I never thought losing one's cool could be such a big deal for me.
Now that I think about it, what IS the big deal anyway?
Is there something wrong with letting people in on the big secret that hey, I'm human and I can only go so far as to control myself, but enough is enough and I just have to let everyone know that I can't take it anymore and I just have to explode and express myself in a way that isn't cool, not even for me?
Is there something wrong with giving evidence to my humanity?
Well, thinking about it NOW, after all is said and done, and nothing can really be done about anything anymore anyway:
No. There's no big deal about losing my cool.
I have LOADS of cool!
No matter how much "cool" I lose, I have tons more where that came from!
Now THAT's cool.
Okay, I may be exaggerating. Just a little bit.
It's just one of those times when I lost my cool.
Which, for me, is BAD.
Melodrama?
First, let me orient you to MY take on what losing one's cool means.
Losing your cool, for me, is not the equivalent of losing your temper. When you lose your temper, sure, you've lost your cool. But you can lose your cool without even getting just a tad bit irritated. You can lose your cool when you're happy, sad, frightened, embarrassed, surprised, enamored--name a human emotion, and that's a venue where you can lose your cool.
Second, losing your cool is NOT the exact opposite of being stoic. When you're stoic, you are indifferent and unaffected by emotion. I believe that it is possible to fully, entirely, and satisfactorily express how you feel without losing your cool.
Third, the operational definition of "cool" is relative. My idea of "cool" might be completely different from the next person's. What may be cool for you may not be cool for me, and vice versa. When I jump up and down for joy in a public place, or laugh hysterically at a stupid joke, others might think I've lost it. For me, it's cool to express how you feel, as I have earlier said, so in my world, I'm still "cool" even if the world thinks I'm crazy to have to hug the parking attendant because I found an empty slot on the lot.
Lastly, losing one's cool is like showing the public a flash of mortality underneath that divine exterior. When someone's lost their cool, they become vulnerable fledglings, weaponless warriors, susceptible individuals who can be preyed upon by anyone and anything, weaklings rendered at the mercy of those who are stronger and more powerful, like paraplegics being thrown without life vests into the deep, murky waters of the sea!
Wow. I never thought losing one's cool could be such a big deal for me.
Now that I think about it, what IS the big deal anyway?
Is there something wrong with letting people in on the big secret that hey, I'm human and I can only go so far as to control myself, but enough is enough and I just have to let everyone know that I can't take it anymore and I just have to explode and express myself in a way that isn't cool, not even for me?
Is there something wrong with giving evidence to my humanity?
Well, thinking about it NOW, after all is said and done, and nothing can really be done about anything anymore anyway:
No. There's no big deal about losing my cool.
I have LOADS of cool!
No matter how much "cool" I lose, I have tons more where that came from!
Now THAT's cool.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
WTF?!?!
Isn't it funny how life throws you a curve ball, right when you least expect it, and you don't have your wits about you to know whether you should catch it or duck?
Here I am, minding my own business, when BAM!
I neither caught it nor ducked.
I just stood there and allowed the curve ball to hit me.
I thought I was already way past these curve-ball phases in life.
I keep telling myself, curve ball after curve ball, that that was the last one EVER to catch me unaware. Next time, I say, I'll be alive, awake, and alert enough to see these curve balls coming. I'll prepare myself with a bat to hit that curve ball out to center field, or a mitt to catch it on the fly, or a helmet so I can protect myself from being hit where it hurts.
But apparently, as the universe would have it, these curve-ball life phases can neither be outgrown nor avoided. And they can never be predicted.
Each and every single time, I get hit.
For some reason, I am neither awake nor alert, and I have no idea where my bat, mitt or helmet was at that instant when that curve ball hits me.
I'm just always left to ice away my bruises and recuperate from the aftermath of the trauma that is getting hit by the curve ball of life.
And all is well again. Until the next curve ball hits.
And I realize: I may not always have my bat, mitt, nor helmet ready. But it seems I know exactly how to find my ice bag to help relieve my bruises. I know where to lie down so my head won't spin so much. I know exactly which cabinet to look in to get my pain medications.
I know how to recover. Without even thinking about it.
And so it goes.
Life throws you curve balls. But only if you know how to play the game.
Don't want to get hit? Sit the inning out and watch the game from the dugout.
But you're sure to miss out on a LOT.
Here I am, minding my own business, when BAM!
I neither caught it nor ducked.
I just stood there and allowed the curve ball to hit me.
I thought I was already way past these curve-ball phases in life.
I keep telling myself, curve ball after curve ball, that that was the last one EVER to catch me unaware. Next time, I say, I'll be alive, awake, and alert enough to see these curve balls coming. I'll prepare myself with a bat to hit that curve ball out to center field, or a mitt to catch it on the fly, or a helmet so I can protect myself from being hit where it hurts.
But apparently, as the universe would have it, these curve-ball life phases can neither be outgrown nor avoided. And they can never be predicted.
Each and every single time, I get hit.
For some reason, I am neither awake nor alert, and I have no idea where my bat, mitt or helmet was at that instant when that curve ball hits me.
I'm just always left to ice away my bruises and recuperate from the aftermath of the trauma that is getting hit by the curve ball of life.
And all is well again. Until the next curve ball hits.
And I realize: I may not always have my bat, mitt, nor helmet ready. But it seems I know exactly how to find my ice bag to help relieve my bruises. I know where to lie down so my head won't spin so much. I know exactly which cabinet to look in to get my pain medications.
I know how to recover. Without even thinking about it.
And so it goes.
Life throws you curve balls. But only if you know how to play the game.
Don't want to get hit? Sit the inning out and watch the game from the dugout.
But you're sure to miss out on a LOT.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Tagged AGAIN!
The Longest Line
Thank you to doc joey for the tag!
Abie - Journey to Life
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Apols
Apple
Thea
Jacqui
Jane
Jody
Joey
Joy
Kelly
Leah
Mich
Pat
Peachy
Vien
Nick
CC
I'm tagging sujee, rocks, jan, eds, sexymom, jown, eileen, che-che, arpi, chie, LUTCHI, Bless, happy, caca, liza, JoyD, eDs, emz, and anna. Have a great day everyone!
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Tagged!
I got tagged by JAN! Thanks, jan! This is the first time I've been tagged, and it took me some time to figure it out. Haha!
Cut and paste the following starting here. I have randomly selected 5 of you below to be tagged and I hope that you will similarly publish this post in your blog. You will have to tag 5 other bloggers and just keep adding on to the list. (Do not replace, just keep on adding! Yes we hope it will be a long list!)It’s real easy! Tag others and see your Technorati Authority increase exponentially! The benefits of Viral Linking:- One of the fastest ways to see your technorati authority explode!- Increase your Google PageRank fast- Attract large volume of new traffic to your site- Build your community- Make new friends!
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I'm tagging sujee, rocks, eds, joey, lutchi, sexymom, arpie, eileen, happy, che-che, liza, a simple life, and chie. That's more than 5 but who's counting? :)
Monday, March 3, 2008
Murphy's Law
Last weekend, I cooked for about 15 people to celebrate 3 birthdays. It was actually pot luck, but my contribution was to be the only one that's home-cooked on the table, so there's some pressure. That and the fact that people actually asked for that-dish-I-make-that-they-like-so-much-but-they-can't-remember-the-last-time-they-ate-it pasta dish. I also decided to make dessert.
The pasta is a cinch to make. So is dessert. Before I started doing anything, I already had my game plan squarely in my head, because I was already planning for this for the past 3 days. I visualized myself doing everything seamlessly, from the marketing and groceries, to the food preparation, to the cooking, and to the final presentation. I saw myself with about 2 hours to spare for fixing the table, the place, and myself up before everyone arrives. It was hardly a challenge.
This was NOT to be the case.
That fateful morning, everyone who's supposed to help with the grocery shopping and other errands was either sick or had an emergency to attend to, there was no parking at the wet market, 3 trips had to be made to the supermarket for "additional ingredients," people had to wait about 30 minutes for my pasta to be served, and the dessert, although yummy, didn't quite make it and died on the plate due to lack of refrigeration.
Everyone had a GREAT time, they all loved the pasta, they can't get over how yummy the dessert was, even if it looked more like porridge than anything else--and there I was, trying hard not to wail and sleep, smiling but dazed, smelling like garlic and bananas.
Everything that could go wrong DID go wrong. But that won't stop anyone from enjoying good food & great company.
The pasta is a cinch to make. So is dessert. Before I started doing anything, I already had my game plan squarely in my head, because I was already planning for this for the past 3 days. I visualized myself doing everything seamlessly, from the marketing and groceries, to the food preparation, to the cooking, and to the final presentation. I saw myself with about 2 hours to spare for fixing the table, the place, and myself up before everyone arrives. It was hardly a challenge.
This was NOT to be the case.
That fateful morning, everyone who's supposed to help with the grocery shopping and other errands was either sick or had an emergency to attend to, there was no parking at the wet market, 3 trips had to be made to the supermarket for "additional ingredients," people had to wait about 30 minutes for my pasta to be served, and the dessert, although yummy, didn't quite make it and died on the plate due to lack of refrigeration.
Everyone had a GREAT time, they all loved the pasta, they can't get over how yummy the dessert was, even if it looked more like porridge than anything else--and there I was, trying hard not to wail and sleep, smiling but dazed, smelling like garlic and bananas.
Everything that could go wrong DID go wrong. But that won't stop anyone from enjoying good food & great company.
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