Kairos

My father is going to be admitted to the hospital once again starting tomorrow, April 30th. This past couple of weeks, he has been complaining of chest pains, shortness sometimes difficulty of breathing . It has become a great effort for him just to walk from his bedroom to the dining room – and that’s just a few feet away. Yesterday while at the doctors, they did an EKG on him and found out that his heart is racing faster than normal. So the doctor suggested that it is best for him to be admitted so they can run tests on him in the hospital thoroughly. My husband and I agree that this would be the best solution. If you recall, June last year, he was diagnosed to have a cardiovascular triple vessel disease where the 3 major arteries of his heart are clogged. This calls for a triple heart bypass but we never had this procedure done on him firstly due to his diabetes and age which would make the surgery even riskier than it already is. Secondly, we just cannot afford the Php1.5 million ...

(My cousin and his wife) As most of you already know, yesterday early Sunday morning, I received one of the worst and saddest call that I’ve ever had in my life. My cousin Jude (based in California), a 35 year old guy, had a heart attack and died within a few minutes. In the hospital where he was taken, they discovered that he had a huge blockage in his heart of a blood clotting called embolism (which can travel to any part of your body, from your lungs to the heart or to the brain). This disease apparently, is a silent-killer. My cousin appeared to be all normal and healthy. He was very active and wanted to do everything from mountain climbing to swimming, from biking to hiking, kayaking, scuba diving. He loved the outdoors. Not only that, he had a good sense of humor – he was always the life of a party, a one-man act. He was also a handy man, he loved to tinker, to dismantle mechanical stuff inorder to learn how to put them together. His recent feat was when he was able to put toget...

Lifted from Ravi Zacharias' commentary....... Thank you Yen, for this. I think this sums up God's heart for His children. “The Lord is my shepherd”: that’s relationship . “I shall not want”: that’s s upply . “He makes me to lie down in green pastures”: that’s rest . “He leads me beside still waters”: that’s refreshment . “He restores my soul”: that’s healing . “He guides me in the paths of righteousness”: that’s guidance . “For his name’s sake”: that’s purpose . “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death”: that’s testing . “I will fear no evil”: that’s protection . “For you are with me”: that’s faithfulness . “Your rod and your staff, they comfort me”: that’s discipline . “You prepare a table for me in the presence of my enemies”: that’s hope . “You anoint my head with oil”: that’s consecration . “My cup overflows”: that’s abundance . “Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life”: that’s blessing . “And I will dwell in the house of the L...

Here's our e-birthday cake - Mango Cream Cake, made with lots and lots of thoughts of you. We can't mail this , but surely we will be thinking of you in each and every yummy bite! :o) Anyhow, have a happy South African birthday. Our prayer is for the Lord to pour forth upon you a double portion of His anointing, so that you (and Kevin) will do exploits for Him in Cape Town in a way that you have NEVER EVER thought of nor imagined! Our verse: Joshua 1:2-9! Sending you His love and ours, Joe and Jescel ;oD **Please check out Spice of Life for more about this Mango Cream Cake, the recipe and how I made it.

It's 3 a.m. now as I write this post. I cannot sleep yet, the adrenalin still pumping within me. I just had one of the biggest scares of my life. The girl (Marilyn) who is taking care of my father called to tell me that my Dad, who's supposedly asleep, is no longer moving. I was speaking with Marilyn earlier tonight (at 10pm Miami time), and she told me that my Dad was still in bed sleeping. Since sleep has been elusive to him, I just told Marilyn not to wake him up anymore and just to let him rest. I did ask her, however, to make sure that my father was still breathing, to which she was positive that he is. But by 12:00 noon Philippine time, my father still had not gotten up from bed. This is very unusual for him. And so the girls (I've 2 caregiverss taking care of my father) went inside his room to wake him up but he wasn't responding. They shook him hard. but my Dad still did not move. So Marilyn called a neighbor and my cousins who live closeby. They all came to the...

I think this link has been circulating in cyberspace, but I just got this from a friend today... This is a video of an extremely bold woman who made very controversial statements on Al Jereeza Television regarding Muslim, Christianity and Jews. This is one dangerous topic. Her name is Wafa Sultan, an Arab-American pyschologist based in Los Angeles, California. Watch the video as soon as you can, as they say that the link might not remain active for too long. Here is the link: http://switch3.castup.net:80/cunet/gm.asp?ai=214&ar=1050wmv&ak = You tell me what you think about this.

I love Spring. It's a promise of hope, of new life, of a new beginning. Here in South Florida, the changing of seasons is not as evident as in other parts of the US, or the world for that matter. But there is one thing that always tell me that indeed, spring has come -- my orchids. We don't have a lot of flowering plants but we have these three little precious orchids. The purple and white were a gift from our neighbor five years ago, while the yellow one is Joe's gift, some 3 years ago. Faithfully each year, they bloom and yield these beautiful, happy flowers. They may look like nothing for the rest of the year, but they never fail to come "alive" every springtime. (This year though, the flowers remind me of my late mother. She loved her orchids, and has a gardenfull of it back home in the Philippines.) These flowers amaze me. Their faithfulness remind me of our Father God who never fails and whose provision is never too early, nor too late but is always on time...