I really dislike electronic stuff as much as they make our lives simpler (yet more complicated at times) and more interesting (too time consuming at times) as we get connected to the world. Take this blog page. With the new changes, I don't know how to make the changes to do whatever! But never mind, we must bear in mind the original purpose of why we do what. This blog was set up for me to share thoughts, ideas, experiences and my journey with cancer.
I just got back from spending 3 days in Kluang with my sister. If you have caught my updates in my fb, it traces what a friend calls my "Burp! Trail"!!! Lots of food sharing (virtual only) and eating and over eating. I thank God I could eat and actually enjoyed the meals.
There are a whole lot me for me to share. Firstly, I must thank god that I was able to make the trip up to Kluang. It is just a 2 hour journey, door to door. Yet, just a month ago, I could not see myself making this journey. God is so good. My leg still hurts, my fistula is still spewing ... so what has changed? My spirit! God has healed my spirit and with this healing comes a willingness to try, to do, to manage, to cope with the pain, the inconveniences and the discomforts. And I did all that! Praise the Lord!
My sister making the journey down by train to spend some time with me was also a great motivator for me to "send her home" (as in physically drive her home, not emotionally drive her out!). Woon Yi was also wanting to visit her colleague who was recovering from an accident in Kluang Hospital. So our journey to Kluang had many reasons and purposes.
For me this journey is a discovery of many small miracles. As I wrote to some friends:
"This morning I sat at the open windows and listened to the song of the Malaysian birds. A little miracle. I am here at my sister's home in Kluang, Johore, Malaysia. A little miracle. We took one and half hours to drive here. Traffic was smooth at the Tuas Checkpoint and all along the way. A little miracle.
Then the feasting started with crispy duck and deep friend cod, a local tofu dish and sweet potato leaf with garlic, green and delicious. I ate with much gusto. A small miracle. After a rest and a chat with everyone, I climbed the stairs to the bedroom upstairs. A little miracle. I slept like a well fed baby, snoring and in my dreams I burped! A little miracle.
This morning after straining to hear the songs of the birds amidst the morning traffic, a sweet melodious song reached my ears. I sat back and focused on the sound of the water falling into the fish pond. The fishes we bought were still alive! A small miracle.
That I am here reclined on a couch is all by God's grace. No big showy miracle ... Just small little ones. That I am here having a lovely time is in fact a big miracle, made up of all these small ones.
Thank you for your persistent and continued prayers for my healing. God has healed my spirit and that is something huge! For now, I am just enjoying the balmy afternoon and smile as I count my little miracles ..."
Indeed, there are many little miracles happening in our lives and in the lives around us, if we would look. Too often we are looking for the big ones and waiting for the Lord to answer our prayers for huge miracles ... we miss the little ones.
Keep counting your small miracles.
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