thank you, i'm alright!

How are you? They ask me every time I go online. My family has been checking on me on a daily basis if I'm alright. Thank God I am. It wasn't as hard as I've imagined my life would be since hubby left for work abroad leaving me with our baby. He'll be gone for only two weeks anyway. And though there are many things I couldn't do because of my limited capacity, I'm still okay. As I've told mom, as long as we can shower and eat, then we're okay. :)

my hands are full!

It's been two crazy days of being alone with my 11 month old baby. Her dad is somewhere far, working for the family. Anyway, this is a big challenge for me. How will I be able to do the household stuff with a baby following me around and sticking to me like a leech? It's tough! I have to sneak out when she's asleep to do as much work as I can which usually fails coz she sleeps too short.

But on the brighter side, I'll have rescue 911 coming soon in 8 days! I just have to be more patient!

My heart goes out to all single mothers who not only have to work hard to make a living for their kidS, but also have to take care of their needs when they get home. Hats off to all of you!

count your blessings!

No matter how often we hear this phrase, we always tend to focus on what we lack. Agree? :) We're so blessed that we have a GREAT God who doesn't mind our shortcomings and complaints and still continues to pour out His graces on us.

It's already a week since I have this unsightly and painful wound in my leg that's been bothering me. Should I count this as a blessing? You might ask, "How can it be a blessing?" Well, I don't know what's God purpose for this but He must have a good reason for it. But please Lord, let this cup pass. Thanks! :)

the crack on the wall

There's a crack on our wall. I tried to fixed it and it was okay for sometime, or so I thought. Until last week when it showed its ugly zigzag form again. It needs another fixing, I said to myself. I did what I could do to repair it and make the wall all smooth and nice, but the wall crack just had a life of its own. I guess I'll leave it that way for now. Couldn't think of anything better to do.

How about you? How do you handle difficult people; those crack on the wall?

inside the box

Last Friday, one of our less-fortunate neighbors (a grandma) came to the house to ask for help. They needed money for the medicine that was scheduled to be injected on her grandchild. Hers was such a sad story.

The previous Friday, she fell on the slippery concrete floor of the communal bathing area (where they take a bath and wash their clothes); and hit the back of her head real hard. I don’t know what her mom was doing at that time and why she wasn’t able to watch her child. She seemed okay probably so there was no cause to be alarmed. But on Saturday, according to her grandma, she came running and complained that her head was painful, then she vomited. The grandma didn’t’ even know about the accident that took place the day before. They were able to bring her to the hospital on Tuesday since they don’t have money for hospitalization. Her mom is a housewife, taking care of another baby and the stepfather doesn’t have a regular job.

Anyway, it was found out that she had an internal hemorrhage then she had a stroke and later fell into a coma. The poor girl is only two years old! My grandma suffered the same fate before too. The vein in her brain snapped causing an internal hemorrhage and ended in a stroke. Doctors told us she had couple of months to live but we were blessed that she lived longer though she was bedridden. So we know that this little girl had little chance to survive. It would be a miracle if she lives.

When we got home last night, we noticed that there was a small crowd gathering in the multipurpose hall. Candles were flickering in the dim night. Now the little girl is back, inside a coffin.

the dinner

Got a great dinner tonight. Fish, veggies and fruit shake. Hahaha! You might protest "You gotta be kidding! How can that be a great dinner??" It might be simple yet it's something I've missed eating for years. Don't complain, okay?

what makes you happy?

The little girl was jumping up and down and flashing a big smile as she ate the biscuit being fed to her by her grandma. Hers was a face filled with happiness. It takes a simple biscuit to make her day. It makes me ponder and ask myself this question (again), "what makes me happy"?