Of three things I'm very certain: First, I love God; second, I love people especially the children; third, I complain. complain, but I also listen.
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I was absolutely positive I will be getting my much needed rest last Saturday. My brother and I were together late nights to work on the fifth issue of our journal and we finally had it released last 31st of May. I was preparing my lessons for my Satur-dates when my mom called me. She asked me if I could help someone out. I wasn't ready to say yes, my temper was quite short with lack of sleep, but I loved her dearly so I asked how.
Someone close had a surgery and they needed cash. I said okay. AND, she added, they need someone to take care of their little child. I was THE nurse, after all. I was quiet for a while... That meant displacing myself on a weekend and taking turns with another caregiver at midnight to attend to the baby's needs. I began reciting my litany ~ litany of jeremiads, that is.
Downheartedly, I went upstairs to pack my things. I'll miss my Satur-dates. The car came earlier than I expected and we went off.
How could I be like this on a springtime? The Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak (Mt. 26, 41, NIV).
We reached the house and the caregiver gave me the baby while she did her other chores. I recalled all I knew from Maternal and Child Health Care and was careful of the baby's fragile state.
We were about five in the house, I fixed their hours, allowing space for eating, sleeping and recreation together... I woke up at two to take my turn. The baby was awake. The caregiver said, perhaps, she misses her mother. I touched the baby's tummy. It was hard, she needed to pass gas. She slept for a while but again woke up. It was such a funny scene. All five of us were awake as if we read each other's minds. The only guy in the house wore the clothes of the baby's mother and lullabyed her... Finally, after three hours or so, she slept. She could've just wanted to be awake since she was sleeping daytime.
I rose up ahead of them. I was the eldest, and I felt it was not only the baby I was taking care of, but all of them.
While praying, I knew Jesus was laughing at me...like telling me, "I knew it, you couldn't resist..."
"When Love beckons to you,
follow Him..."
-on Love, Kahlil Gibran
"Though His ways are hard and steep..."
I relaxed after praying. The housekeeper called me and said, the baby's awake. I took her and told her caregiver to continue sleeping.
I began to enjoy those little hours left with her.
Oh, how much trust she gives me...
Her life depended on us who were taking care of her...
Could I ever hold my hands up like that in total surrender
and sleep just as peacefully as she did?
How could I ever resist?
This is You!
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EXTRA:
I share this for Corpus Christi (Lesson with my Satur-dates). It was quite late for me since I had little time to prepare yesterday but I'll keep this here for those who wish to use it.
*Strictly not for commercial purposes:
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EXTRA:
I share this for Corpus Christi (Lesson with my Satur-dates). It was quite late for me since I had little time to prepare yesterday but I'll keep this here for those who wish to use it.
*Strictly not for commercial purposes:
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