Today is a pretty simple day. There's nothing monumental about this Friday. Anyone who looks at this day on the calendar would just glance over it. But to me, today is so much more. Today I go to my mom's rehab facility, like I have been for the past month. But then when I leave, she is going home with me. This summer has been, by far, the most trying time of my life. In addition to being in my first year of marriage, I had to balance time with my dad in a nursing home, my job, an internship, and the roller coaster of my mom's health. Since the last week of May, … [Read more...]
Prayers From The Waiting Room
I've cried a lot in the past four weeks. I've also been praying a lot too. Usually I do both at the same time. Nothing really brings me to my knees as much as being out of control in a critical situation. I don't know if I have ever prayed so earnestly in my life. This is one of the first times that I have prayed for something and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. Many times when we are praying for an outcome, we can kind of "help" it along a little bit too. We can study a little bit harder, we can make a few more phone calls, or we can ask for a favor … [Read more...]
The Day I Almost Lost My Mom and Why God is Still Good
I had the scariest day of my life today. I felt a rush of fear and helplessness stronger than I ever experienced. All of this before noon. At the end of May, I took my mom to the ER because her heart was pounding so hard that I could see her whole body move with it (All 4'11'' 104 pounds of her). After almost a week in the hospital, we found that she had an atrial septal defect. In her case, she had two holes between the chambers of her heart that needed to be closed. We had an appointment with a specialist and were given the good news that the repair could … [Read more...]
Humility vs Pride
Humble or Prideful. Transparent or Ambiguous. Modest or Arrogant. My life is not what I thought it would be. Some days, my life is not what I want it to be. There are moments of weakness that I cry out to God asking why my life is the way it is at 24 years old. I have moments where I lie in bed because staying there is easier than "dealing with my life." After a few minutes, I get up, get dressed, and move on. I go on about my day and almost no one knows that I am having a struggle. Forced Humility During my time in college, I presented myself as a solid, … [Read more...]