Sweet miracles. I cant locate anymore my neck lump which the doctor suspected as thyroglossal duct cyst based on the ultrasound result. Although I still need a medical confirmation, I already think of its apparent recession or dissolution as a divine orchestration. At the very start I was very hesitant to take the prescribed medical operation not only because of its fina
ncial requirement but also because of the shiver running my spine when I imagined my throat cut by some strange surgical instruments (yeah, Ive never been admitted to the hospital or given the iv!).
Sadly, it was my Miyagi who underwent clinical procedure for a dislocated leg. I cant underestimate the horror and strain of forcing him to the x-ray table, sedating him finally, then bandaging him and administering oral hydration and medicine to him for 2 weeks. I thank God for the vet doctor and students who successfully pulled back his leg despite suspected adhesion. Back to his jumping spree, Miyagi has no sense at all of the trauma.
Workwise, I thank God for the opportunity to provide biblical training to our students in Tacloban, Cebu, Dumaguete, Bacolod, Iloilo, Roxas, Bicol and Sorsogon the past quarter. I was surprised there is vibrant student witness in far-flung Sorsogon. The eager excitement of our students greatly encouraged me. Also, under pressure, I winded the compilation of the Bible Study manual for our Kawayan Camp, to my happiness. Ive always wanted to do this job, believing there is precious resource in the archive. I hope to have the same bubbling zest as I finish my writing project with our literature department.
Sweet 40. I wish, as early as now, I could say that growing older is a sweet thing. But at 40, I have lesser strength, stamina, and adventure. My body is outpaced by my imagination. While waiting for the jeepney to be filled with passengers, I doze off. My fantasies of the retired provincial life are more frequent now. I imagine unharried walk to the meadows, uninhibited frolic in the sun, undisturbed slumber in the hammock suspended between mango trees, and diets of seafood, fruits and vegetables. I long to be an attentive audience of the mighty ascent and descent of the sun, of the quiet and pristine exhibition of the seas and oceans, of the snappy flights of birds, and of the resounding nocturnal choruses of frogs and crickets (Ah, I am really 40!).
May I ask for your prayer as I rethink my plan to complete my masters at Regent this year. I have lesser impetus. I had initial talk with the senior pastor of a Baptist church in Vancouver for my student internship at their church. He is giving me 10 hours per week and my one-way fare (how sweet!). If this is Gods will, may He provide me a substantial scholarship grant and lots and lots of sweet inspiration and strength.
Since I cant retire at 40, I will have to be content with my morning gardening. Such routine invites inner quietude and centeredness. I gain inspiration from tiny shoots adamantly pushing themselves out either from the ground or from the branch to claim space. As signs of life, they warn me not to succumb to hopelessness, deadness, frustrations, and lethargy.
I pray that God enable me to give myself more to people, to charity, to service, in response to the mysterious (sweet) grace that has befallen me. May I never cease to find sweet wonders and miracles in the ordinariness of life. May I learn more to be childlike. Thank you for your partnership.
Thank you for the sweet inspiration and love you throw all over my place. I thank God for you. Love always, Milli
