Time of Emergency

What would be your respond in time of emergency?

Who would you asked for help?

 One fine morning, I read an article that sounds like this:

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My husband, Steve, graduated from dental school in 1981. For the first two years, I was his only employee:  his dental hygienist, dental assistant, receptionist, and insurance clerk.  On the days that I was not helping him, I worked for another dentist in town.  I was so exhausted most of the time that our joke became, "Sharon works six days a week and cries on the seventh."  

One thing that amazed me, in starting a new practice, was all the emergency phone calls that Steve received on nights and weekends.  I usually answered the phone and asked the caller several questions, one of which was, "Mrs. Jones, how long have you been having this problem?"   Invariably the patient would say, "three days," "two weeks," "a month."  I always thought, "So why did you wait until Saturday to call?"  Of course, being the sweet person that I am, I never said that. 

One night the phone rang at about 2:00 a.m.  I groggily picked up the phone and managed a weak, "Hello."

"Hello," the woman on the other end stated.  "My son is having a terrible toothache.  Is the doctor in?"

Where did she think he would be, other than "in" at 2:00 in the morning?   "Yes ma'am, he is.  How long has this tooth been bothering your son?" 

"Oh, I'd say for about two weeks," she answered. 

So why did you wait until now to call (thought, not said, of course). I spoke with this mother for a few more minutes. Something about this call signaled a red flag in my mind. Then I asked, "Ma'am, how old is your son?" 

"Twenty-seven," She answered.  "My son is twenty-seven-years- old."  

I was so shocked that I quickly sat up in the bed, accidentally jerking the phone cord out of the wall, and disconnecting the caller.  She did not call back.  I had envisioned a distraught mother with a crying five year old.  But twenty-seven?  Oh my. 

I laid back down complaining and grumbling.  "Lord, why is it that people won't go to the doctor regularly but only want help on demand when they have an emergency?" 

When I got quiet enough to listen, I heard God's still small voice whisper to my heart - "Now you know how I feel."

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I am truly inspired by this real life story (taken from Girlfriends in God).

And this is what has happened to us most of the time.

In each area of our life, let us come and commit to Him.

Ask for His help, ask for His leading, ask for His guidance.

He is just always there waiting for us.

Let us not keep Him waiting anymore, for He is just so eager to give us His helping hands.

Call to Him now...

Blessed day to you~

Disturbed

I was having a short nap (after not having good rest for few days)

when someone came in

and made me awoke

and the person asked

can I "bla bla bla"

"bla bla bla" = something not important nor urgent

I was like "WHAT?"

You disturbed my sleep just to ask me to do something which is not important

and I hated most when someone disturb me while I am sleeping

or when I am not able to have a good rest.

Though, my respond was to wake up without saying anything

and did what she has asked me

and ended up in a bad mood with slight headache (due to being awaken while sleeping soundly)

Sigh...

There gone my mood of the day...

One morning...

Today is public holiday.

That means I am off today.

Though, it does not mean that I got nothing to do.

There are tasks awaiting for me to finish it.

I woke up as usual, six in the morning.

I enjoyed the morning breeze and the quietness.

This morning is a bit different.

I went out of my room,

and I saw that the study room's door is closed.

I suspected that someone is inside, but having no clue at all.

I knocked on the door,

opened it,

and I saw someone was sleeping inside.

The person responded to the knocking and I quickly get my things and went out.

I ended up sitting in the kitchen doing my things.

I heard sounds when I was in the kitchen.

Someone has woke up.

Then comes the sound of people taking bath,

door being opened,

the car's engine sound.

A sister has went back to her hometown.

I continued with my work,

with raining sound accompanying me.

It is a wonderful early morning.

I did not regret waking up that early on holiday.

All this while, I am the kind that need much of my personal time.

I prefer quietness and silent most of the time.

However, when it is time to party, to play around,

then I will enjoy the craziness, the noise, the fellowship.

Ever since I started to work in kindergarten,

things started to change.

I bet you can imagine, how noisy it will be of those small little children.

Some will be crying for mommy,

some will be asking you for this and that,

some will be crying after fighting with one another,

some will be shouting and yelling out of nothing,

and the list goes on.

After having a "sound-polluted-morning",

I would prefer to have a quiet afternoon and night.

And that is the reason I am waking up early on public holiday~

Random

It has been quite some time since I have updated my blog.

One of the reason is busy.

Another is because I do not know what to write.

Not that my life is not happening,

but it does not seem appropriate to write it here.

This month I started a new job, working half day.

The first week was tough.

At the end of the first week,

all my muscles were in pain.

At the same time,

it is both a sweet and sour experience.

As for the second week,

work seems a bit better.

However, my body knows it well.

My body finally tells me that I truly needed some rest.

It is not all because of this new job.

I have other things to do during the other half day.

And recently, the workload seems to get heavier.

On top of that, I am emotionally breakdown.

I have been having many thinking.

Both the negative and positive thinking are fighting against each other.

I am truly tired mentally and physically.

I realized one thing as well.

People not able and hardly understand me.

Some still think that I am the previous me,

where I am actually moved on to another level.

Some misunderstood me.

Some just see me another way.

Why is it so?

Someone told me because I am a deep thinker.

Some may say because I hardly share my thoughts.

And so on and so forth.

In my view,

if someone does not take his/her time to try to listen to me and understand me,

then I will give up on explaining to them.

There's no point to share,

when the other party is not willing to listen with their heart.

And it is not really hard to make me share my thoughts,

if you show that you do really care.

However, I see that my "love tank" is in low level.

How long will I be able to sustain?

Will I end up saying I just want to give up?

What's next?

p/s: Just a random post of my random thoughts.