Our Unique Life Part 2

Just as I was getting ready for my evening private worship, they texted me – Hannah and Dad. They said they just got off the ferris wheel. I could feel their exhilaration in the text.

I texted back, “Wow, baby, you’re brave! That’s high!” It’s high. We saw the pictures in their website: it dwarfs the trees and other edifices in the place.

I pressed “send” then muted my cell phone and began to sing praises.

They left after lunch – husband and the kids – for Enchanted Kingdom at Sta. Rosa, Laguna. Enchanted Kingdom is the closest one can experience Disneyland this side of the planet, and it’s their first time. I haven’t been there, too. I had planned this outing, as always. Just because I’m unable to travel doesn’t mean the kids will be deprived of some summer fun, too.

So, in the morning of their trip, I helped pack their extra clothes and small towels. They were going to need them when they ride the Jungle Log Jam or  the Rio Grande Rapids. I told Dad, who just came from the office and cut short his work, to buy the kids a souvenir shirt each and a souvenir toy each of their own choice. “The price upon my approval,” he said. And I answered, “Yes, of course!”, as I slipped 300 pesos (~$7) to Hannah for her pocket money. She was jubilant to receive it.

This has been the arrangement since last year. It’s a bittersweet lesson in selfless love. I needed to learn to let go, to understand that the kids’ lives are different from mine and should not be dependent on my “disability”. I needed to think about their being able to experience normal childhood and enjoy kids’ stuff and not focus on my own feelings, like my sadness for being absent in this kind of family outings.

After they left, I rested awhile then washed my hair. Then, I watched a free movie on YouTube. It’s great ’cause I connect the laptop to the wide, flat TV via HDMI and connect the speakers. I watched The Christmas Bride by Hallmark. Christmas in April. It didn’t really matter.

I opened my worship with thanksgiving to the Lord, thanking Him for protecting my family while they’re out. And I thanked Him for the peace in my heart, yes, even with our unique life. As I riffled through my song book (days ago, I had started singing songs by following the pages), the first song that I was going to sing was Reuben Morgan’s You are My Strength.

Oh, I think this is very suitable. The thought had fleeted in my mind.

You are my strength
Strength like no other
Strength like no other
Reaches to me.

When I sang the second stanza, my eyes were wet. It would have been wonderful to be with them, walking, riding, laughing with them. I tried to bury myself in the lyrics and not to be forlorn.

Unfailing love
Stronger than mountains
Deeper than oceans
Reaches to me.

I put my hand on my bosom and relished the thought about the Lord’s unfailing love. I know about that. And I’m grateful. His unfailing love is stronger and more powerful than any sorrow, or any other human emotion that may try to engulf us.

But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. (Ps. 13:5 NIV)

When I sang the third song, Miriam Webster’s You are Faithful, I was sobbing softly.

You are faithful
You are faihful
You are faithful —
Your joy is my strength!

Your joy is my strength. Was the Lord talking to me through the song? It didn’t escape my notice. Had I brought Him joy by not thinking about my own feelings, but laying them down at His feet instead? Surely, His joy is my strength!

I think about other outings that the husband and the kids maybe going to in the future, and maybe I’m still unable to join them then, and this thought could bring sorrow to my heart. Or hope. Hope that the miracle-working God will remember me and He will soon make me walk and able to travel again. I sang some more, faith and hope filling my soul.

My fervent prayer is to be able to go to different outreach stations of our Church here and abroad, and to wherever the Lord will lead me, to testify and win souls. May my prayer be granted in Jesus’ name. Amen.

Did you know that I write everyday at Live Joy-Fully!? I do. I’m trying to chronicle the everyday – at times special, at other times, just plain mundane. But I discovered that if you pluck out just one story of the tapestry of your day, write about it with the testimony of photos, and share it to the world, the ordinariness is shed off and you will realize that everyday has its own blessings. There is always something that we can thank the Lord for!

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  1. Rina, you always encourage and challenge me to examine my heart of gratitude! Thank you sweet sister for your faithful walk with the Lord and your willingness to share your joy with all of us.

  2. jdukeslee says:

    So glad your children got to experience a fun time at the Enchanted Kingdomm. Thanks for sharing with #TellHisStory, Rina.

  3. Hazel Moon says:

    Unselfish Love is what you have demonstrated to and for your children. May they catch the message and pass on that trait in their own lives. That is wonderful how you can text and keep in contact even while they are having such great fun. Your husband is a jewel to take the children on these visits for fun. Thank you for sharing at “Tell Me a Story.”

    • RinaPeru says:

      It is my fervent prayer that our children will grow grateful, Hazel. And yes, isn’t it amazing what technology can do :)? Also, I’ve just realized it last night how my beloved husband has been so “giving”, too, with regard to the kids.

  4. Leese says:

    I just came across your post because of Tell His Story. I’m so glad I did! While I don’t have a family at this point, I’ve been essentially housebound other than being at the hospital or doctors for the last six months, so your unique reality is one I understand to a certain extent.

    I read some of your other posts (and look forward to reading more when it’s not half midnight!) and it made me think of a CaringBridge friend who I’ve prayed for for years as she’s documented her journey. She has mito and they really wanted a child and ultimately a surrogate carried their little girl. But she ended up completely bed bound now, so she hadn’t even been out of their flat until their daughter was about 18 months old – and that was to move them across the complex to a bigger flat. Over the last few months she’s done a few very little outings on a stretcher, but usually even just transferring to the stretcher is more than her body can do. This week God allowed them to do something as a family she’d been hoping to be able to do – and I know getting to Sesame Place (something her daughter loves) is extremely high on her next “goal” on her list.

    Anyway, Malisa is always looking for fellow moms/families who have unique situations and are having to parent more creatively or who understand what it’s like to miss something you want to be part of and how you try to encourage things in spite of that, etc. You might find that she is one you’d find can relate to some of the journey you’re on. Her site is: http://classic.caringbridge.org/pa/malisa/

    I so look forward to reading more of your blog!

    • RinaPeru says:

      Oh, Leese, thank you so much for your thoughtfulness! By the way, it’s so good to have you here. I pray that your visits to my bog will be blessed. Thank you for sharing your friend’s story, I sure would love to “meet” her. I have been ill for a decade now. It’s through my illness that our family was saved. There were long seasons of sickness and suffering near unto death – but the Lord is ever merciful! I write about these things here.

      I look forward to be visiting with Malisa. Blessings to you!

  5. Grace says:

    You have such a beautiful blog! Your post was so sweet! Loved visiting.

    • RinaPeru says:

      Thank you, Grace. Uh, so grateful to our gracious, wonderful Lord for all the things He does!