Thanksgiving

The Pilgrims made seven times more graves than huts.  No Americans have been more impoverished than these who, nevertheless, set aside a day of thanksgiving.  ~H.U. Westermayer

I’m scheduled to work this Wednesday, Thanksgiving eve, to fulfill my commitment as a Per Diem Nurse to work one holiday per year. I had gotten sick these past few days and was not able to work this past weekend. This time, as Thanksgiving peers in the current month, the policy at work is stricter. Anyone who will call in sick from Thanksgiving until the rest of the other holidays of this year will require a medical note. A necessity done to prevent the not necessary sick calls that would further burden the already “shortage” in our current number of staff.

“Why don’t you just order the eggrolls and I’ll pick them up on Thursday morning?” my huby suggested knowing I would be tired by the following day. 

The mind that quickly imagined how good that sounded to hungry tummies agreed in a second. As I started warming up the dinner I had made for him and our son and as we all sat on the table to discuss how each of us spent our day. Often times, we always realized there were just too many blessings to be thankful for. Each day. No matter what minor inconveniences, even bigger problems showed up, there were always “blessings in disguise” it seemed to be discovered.

“No, I changed my mind,” I told my husband. 

“Just order or buy lunch if I won’t be able to cook,” I suggested.

He didn’t have a sad face surprisingly. He agreed with me this time. Thanksgiving we knew at that moment, wouldn’t be an issue about what to eat or what food to have. Thanksgiving wouldn’t be just being thankful for all the blessings, big or small that came our way. Nor Thanksgiving was not reserved for only one day out of 365 days.

Thanksgiving is about to Whom we are thankful for. Yes, the One Who showers us with all those blessings. The One Who deserves all our praises and thanks. Not just for one day. But in each day that comes and goes.

Then I will praise God's name with singing, and I will honor him with thanksgiving. – Psalm 69:30 NLT

Come, let us sing for joy to the Lord; let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation. Let us come before him with thanksgiving and extol him with music and song. For the Lord is the great God, the great King above all gods. In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him. The sea is his, for he made it, and his hands formed the dry land. Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the Lord our Maker. – Psalm 95:1-6 NIV

For everything God created is good, and nothing is to be rejected if it is received with thanksgiving, because it is consecrated by the word of God and prayer. – 1 Timothy 4:4-5 (NIV)

Happy Thaksgiving to all of you dear friends/brothers/sisters in Christ. To our Lord be the glory forever and ever...

The Dry Leaf

Will you torment a windblown leaf? Will you chase after dry chaff? – Job 13:25 (NIV)

I slowly stretched my aching back as I swept more dried fig leaves I patiently detached, one by one, from the thin and bigger branches of the fig tree. Careful that my footing would be secure on our slope yesterday. Daily, I had been sweeping a few here and there. So, I thought of making my task easier by removing the other dry leaves that had not been blown off by the wind yet nor just broke off on its own. I nearly filled the bin meant to contain branches or yard clippings.

The fig tree looked a lot better as greener, remaining leaves remained. The yellow, decayed leaves gone from its still healthy tree. Battered by the chillier winter winds and sometimes, a hotter sun, those leaves withered away from the extreme, constantly changing weather. My husband and I enjoyed a few of its fruits this past summer. A lot lesser than what it previously produced. Still…The fruits were sweet.

My attention was interrupted with an in-coming text from a dear friend. She injured her foot and for four months had to be away from work. Except…that text came from the hospital where she worked. She was placed back to try and see how she would do as she still continued to recover from her injury. She had gone through so many trials. As a witness, I was grateful that God had given me the means to be able to help her in any way I could. I knew she wanted to give up many times. What words could one give if the burden was not on one’s own shoulders? 

“Why does one thing after another keeps happening? I don’t understand, Rcubes,” she lamented one time as she laid on the hospital bed awaiting surgery and as I sat by the bedside. 

I knew her heart. She had a good heart. Full of kindness and love to those around her. But it seemed like waves of unexpected trial kept hitting her and kept coming. Threatening the sands of her faith in God to be washed away as those forceful waves came. 

I couldn’t answer her. I just told her what Jesus said. That we would face many trials and would have sorrows in this place or world. But at the same time, He wanted us to pay attention to the peace He could give. That could guard our hearts and minds. Because He had overcome the world. He didn’t want us to worry. For worrying would not add another day into our lives.

I knew I had to remove those dry, some rotting leaves from the fig tree before the wind knocked each off from its fragile branches, already battling the cold November winds.  I knew my friend felt like that dry leaf that had fallen to ground and still was being crushed by the forceful winds of trials. But God also taught me through His Word to be careful not to judge someone. 

Because someone who is going through tough times doesn’t mean that he or she is a bad person. 

Nor a prosperous person is someone who has a good heart and knows God. 

However, a sinner is like that dry leaf, being chased by the wind. Its forceful blow bringing to mind its own fragile state. God does the same… Sometimes, He makes us remember our past sins not to hurt us but most of all, to bring us to repentance. Because to know Jesus is to find peace among life’s turmoil. To discover and have life and revival of its dead condition.

"Just sore, achy..." another text came in from my friend...

My heart understood hers as I also had a history of neck injury from the past. But joy flooded my heart as I pondered:

Belief and faith in Jesus will make one overcome any trials...I knew I felt a smile appeared on my face as I stared at the greener fig tree and as I realized....

My friend would overcome....She already did...Trial after trial...She remained a victor...Despite the waves of doubts, she chose to believe... 

"Take care..." I texted back.

The Light

Many people say, "Who will show us better times?" Let your face smile on us, LORD. – Psalm 4:6 (NLT)

You, LORD, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light. – Psalm 18:28 (NIV)

The teaching of your word gives light, so even the simple can understand. – Psalm 119:130 (NLT)

I will lead the blind by ways they have not known, along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn the darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth. These are the things I will do; I will not forsake them. – Isaiah 42:16 (NIV)

The other nurse rushed past me, carrying a kit that contained everything to start an IV. As I concentrated on increasing my pace to go to the prison’s Intake and was about to help the Intake Nurse getting swamped with arrestees who arrived from many streets in the county. She requested if I could just check and write on the logs and made sure all the suicidal inmates and those that were intoxicated were all doing well.

The noises were deafening as one drunk kept yelling profanities at the deputies. Busy shoving bodies to a particular cell to be processed, no one had time to pay attention not unless he would start hurting himself or others sharing the tiny cell with him.

I saw different shapes of humans wrapped in the grayish Velcro-strapped gowns. Some asleep. On their right side. On their left. On back or stomach. Whatever was comfortable, they did to try to get some rest they were craving for. A few of them talking as they sat on the wooden bench and slowly hushed as I came near the huge glass window. They acknowledged when I called their names. Surprising that no one had intimidated me. Most were cooperative and appeared calm.

I saw him. All alone in the adjoining cold cell. Pacing back and forth, his dirty feet approached me as he saw me charting something on the piece of paper that belonged to him. He was studying me. I could feel that kind of stare. A little surprised when I looked up all of a sudden and asked him how he was doing.

“Ok…I guess…What time is it?” he asked.

Raising my left arm with the wrist watch on it so I won’t lose some of my vision of him, I replied, “Almost 5:00.”

“It’s hard to tell. There’s no light,” he quickly answered, a huge smile occurred and exposed his white, pearly gems. I saw the tiny cell’s light on the ceiling shone on his head. It illuminated his weary face. But I could see he was also a handsome man. A good-looking guy on the outside yet tormented by stormy thoughts inside. 

“It is huh, Mr. K. But you know what? I can say you have been patient waiting for the doctor. When the light comes outside, a few more hours and he will be here to check on you. Okay?”

“Thank you, Nurse,” I audibly heard as I made a u-turn and went back to the Nurse’s clinic to chart on all of their paper works.

Back in my mind, something was revealed from that encounter. 

That darkness never lasts. The light is always there shining and waiting for its chance to have a breakthrough. 

The light that always waits for any heart that would see its brilliance. A heart that is willing to accept and embrace it.

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Asleep Or Ready?

Every second was becoming intense for every Nursing staff ready to assist each other. As I stood close to the Supervisor who was becoming more upset every second that had gone by. In front of us, a pregnant inmate was crying in pain, turned to the left side as we already started the Oxygen to boost her air supply in her lungs that went through those 2 prongs inside her nostrils. The IV had been slowly dripping, drop after drop of Normal Saline to hydrate her. Still…No sign of any paramedics. The Supervisor had called for “Code 3”. The highest radio call which meant the situation was of top priority and emergent in nature. 

“Awww! I want to push!” the lady’s wail interrupted our soft, frustrated conversation.

“Nurse R., please direct me what to do if the baby comes out. I was an Orthopedic Nurse, not an OB nurse,” I reminded the Supervisor, ready to lead the impending birth of a “son”, the inmate’s 7^th pregnancy. 

The supervisor knew, the baby could come out any minute, as we smelled a strong smell of lochia slowly filling the entire exam room.

Trying to interrupt the inmate’s urge to push, I tried talking to her. As the other nurse softly whispered to her right ear that she was doing a great job of trying to relax, as the nurse’s right gloved hand massaged the inmate’s lower back.

“You’re gonna’ have a son?” I asked.

“You don’t have to answer me if you don’t want to…but I’m just wondering, do you have a name for him ready?” I continued.

Without a pause, she smiled and replied, “Malachi”.

“Beautiful! Was that from the Bible,” I probed.

“Hmmm….I just liked the name when I heard it so I chose it,” she uttered, in between her struggling breaths, trying not to push.

“They’re gonna’ be here soon. So hang in there, okay?” everyone coaxed.

Still…Few more minutes had gone by…No sign of firemen nor paramedics.

The supervisor had called again the number to the jail’s Bridge. To get an update of what was going on for the delayed arrival of emergency crew. We heard over the radio, some of them went to another prison, instead of coming to ours.

The supervisor complained to the ambulance service. She said it wasn’t right because we were not equipped with more medical supplies and our facility just didn’t have any hospital sort of equipment. 

Finally, as she hang up the phone, 2 paramedics showed up, dressed in blue uniforms. Not saying much. Perhaps, they knew they were in trouble. As we praised the pregnant inmate with her patience and trying to be strong, they immediately wheeled her out and we heard she was brought to the nearest hospital. Not even to our county hospital as her baby’s arrival was more imminent at that time.

The buzzer rang on the female side of the Infirmary. As the deputy popped the heavy metal door open, along came 3 firemen asking where the pregnant female was. But it was too late. She had left. After their failed response, one scratched his head and I could feel the rest’s embarrassment. They knew…They were a failure at that moment. Maybe they were tired. Some still looked so sleepy. But it was no excuse if one’s job was to respond to emergency. Because it could be a matter of life or death.

When Jesus returns, His imminent arrival will be a surprise! May we never be found asleep and instead, always ready for His return!


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So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him. – Matthew 24:44 (NIV)