Genes

My siblings and I refer to it as the “Choy gene.”

When we lack confidence, when we get complacent, when we feel nervous about upcoming events for no good reason, we say it’s the Choy gene, on my mom’s side.

This gene of pessimism and fear is something I have to consciously overcome. It’s a…

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Perhaps it’s mid-life crisis, perhaps it’s changing hormones, perhaps it’s watching and caring for my father journeying what is likely his final round in life.

I’ve been thinking that if I were to die, there isn’t anything that I am doing where I cannot be replaced. Yes, friends may miss me and my unique personality…

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My pastor says that both his mother and mother-in-law, in their late 80’s have said that having a long life is not such a blessing. Living alone and missing their deceased husbands, they are ready to meet the Lord.

Yet, with the availability of modern medicine, something so basic such as hydration with an IV…

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Read this on Family Life that I think is insightful:

As Easter approaches, don’t you often wonder why Christmas gets all the good press, while Easter is treated more like a very distant second cousin? After all, it’s a commemoration of the greatest news ever proclaimed in history: Christ is alive and we are forgiven! Easter arrives with so little fanfare, we almost forget it’s coming.

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Tired

Lately I’ve been hearing of hospitalizations and health problems of elderly parents. Just today a friend’s mother passed away. Another friend’s mother is in a coma.

When I hear such news, I get tired. Tired of the burdens of life, tired of the difficulties. And I have not even experienced even half of what some…

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When my children first started to be independent and have plans of their own, I felt a sense of sadness whenever two and especially when all three would be out, leaving no kids at home. It’s not that I have nothing to do, I have lots to do, but there was a sense of loss, the passing of a season of life.

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