Them Sunday blues caught a hold on me
The sun slowly falling down, taking my heart along
Upcoming woes never seem sweet
All I feel is emptiness and loneliness
Where to O God, where to?
Jesus rose, but I still feel the same
You are victorious, but I feel ever defeated
With a night's sleep I surely will forget
but I know again, it'll catch me once more
Them Sunday blues, never seem to let go
Sunday, June 14, 2020
Monday, June 1, 2020
Dreaming Children
"When he told his father as well as his brothers, his father rebuked him and said, 'What is this dream you had? Will your mother and I and your brothers actually come and bow down to the ground before you?' His brothers were jealous of him, but his father kept the matter in mind." Genesis 37:10-11
I have begun my rotations in pediatrics now. The first week was a bit of a hassle, but I have adjusted well quite quickly. As it is a big hospital, there are several specialties to pediatrics. I have been assigned to pediatric neurology, and have met with lots of patients with seizure and epilepsy history.
The general mood of the ward was a bit gloomy from the start. Most the patients have admission days that last quite a while, some reaching to hundreds. As that is, legal guardians, mostly the parents are quite sensitive towards any acting of doctors.
As much as it is frustrating for me to do anything, I do see where they are coming from. Epileptic illnesses are rarely curable. It is more so disease that are meant to be controlled. Kids are on antiepileptic drugs throughout their lives, and have to go in and out of the hospital if the medication starts to fail.
If seizures are not well controlled, they often go through brain surgeries, which leave them quite incapable. Some just seem living, rarely alive.
The sermon today was on Genesis 37. The series on Genesis has now reached the story of Joseph. Often times when we hear about Joseph and his dreams, we think about how arrogant he was on boasting about his dream. The pastor, however, talked about how the family could have done better. Instead of scolding him, perhaps they should have listened to him and encouraged his dreams.
Instead of taking offense, what if they family had told Joseph the virtues of a leader? Perhaps that of a great man?
The sermon connected with the patients I saw everyday at the ward. What dreams would these children ever have?
I did dread working at the ward lately, but I felt like some decent prayer was quite necessary. I wanted to pray so that these children could really dream again, perhaps be completely rid of their illnesses and run around with their fellow classmates. I wanted them to have strong desires to become somebody and work hard to achieve. I wanted them to truly enjoy the world God had built for us, and to truly learn of his love.
I have begun my rotations in pediatrics now. The first week was a bit of a hassle, but I have adjusted well quite quickly. As it is a big hospital, there are several specialties to pediatrics. I have been assigned to pediatric neurology, and have met with lots of patients with seizure and epilepsy history.
The general mood of the ward was a bit gloomy from the start. Most the patients have admission days that last quite a while, some reaching to hundreds. As that is, legal guardians, mostly the parents are quite sensitive towards any acting of doctors.
As much as it is frustrating for me to do anything, I do see where they are coming from. Epileptic illnesses are rarely curable. It is more so disease that are meant to be controlled. Kids are on antiepileptic drugs throughout their lives, and have to go in and out of the hospital if the medication starts to fail.
If seizures are not well controlled, they often go through brain surgeries, which leave them quite incapable. Some just seem living, rarely alive.
The sermon today was on Genesis 37. The series on Genesis has now reached the story of Joseph. Often times when we hear about Joseph and his dreams, we think about how arrogant he was on boasting about his dream. The pastor, however, talked about how the family could have done better. Instead of scolding him, perhaps they should have listened to him and encouraged his dreams.
Instead of taking offense, what if they family had told Joseph the virtues of a leader? Perhaps that of a great man?
The sermon connected with the patients I saw everyday at the ward. What dreams would these children ever have?
I did dread working at the ward lately, but I felt like some decent prayer was quite necessary. I wanted to pray so that these children could really dream again, perhaps be completely rid of their illnesses and run around with their fellow classmates. I wanted them to have strong desires to become somebody and work hard to achieve. I wanted them to truly enjoy the world God had built for us, and to truly learn of his love.
If even one child became healthy, everyone would exclaim the presence of a miracle, but I would know it was an act of God's mercy. I really want that intimacy with Him. If it is not too much to ask, could everyone pray with me? Thanks always.
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