Archive | October 2012

beautiful in His time

Early this morning, my little dearest sister texts me and send this picture. How a wonderful prayer. This verse reminds me that God will make all things–good and bad–beautiful in His time, not in my time.

She is still in her recovery stage and today will be her 3rd times to see the doctor and change the bandage if necessary. She tells me that her elbow is much better and i hope she can move easily her right arm soon, then she can get back to her school which she miss so much. So, thank you for all the prayers for her.

Jakarta, 22 October 2012

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think of God

Question for today: how often do I think of God in my daily life? Actually not in every day I think of Him. Only when I find something unique or when I face a problem or when I’m in a difficult time…hhmmm, so I just remember and think of God only when I need Him…oh dear

Last Sunday (14th October 2012), I’d got a chance to go Kota Kasablanka mall at Jakarta Selatan. I went there with a friend and then we met one of our trip’s friends at the mall. The transportation is little bit easy, take a busway to Karet shelter, take the side which is across the Le Meridien, follow the stairs and find the mikrolet 44. After passing the Ambassador mall, Kuningan city, and a cemetery, finally we arrived at the mall. Only for one purpose, to see the expo of Binus students of DKV (Desain Komunikasi Visual) department.

When seeing all their finale projects, the last requirement to finish their study at Binus, I just think how creative are all the students. Room design, book design, cover design, 2D animation, 3D animation, and many more. Several topics for each design, Indonesian fables, traditional stories, food, animals, Indonesian heros, famous people, and so on. All their creativities remind me about God Almighty. The arts which God puts them in their mind, heart, and hand are just a tiny part of His own creativity. Just amaze to see their works and to know their efforts…more amaze to know the real Creator who create the kids and their creativities.

Another event that makes me think about God is when I call my mom to ask about my little sister. Yesterday is her second check-up and to change the bandage. The first check up is on 8th Oct and only my dad and my uncles who take her to the hospital. She told me when the doctor and the nurse tried to remove the old bandage. Since it was become sticky to her wound, the nurse need many liquid to moisten the bandage so it can be removed. Also a big sharp scissors…if I am the one who take her to the hospital, I will collapse first when seeing the medication ๐Ÿ˜ฆ Then the second check up is on 12th Oct. Now she went with my folks. The doctor said that she is not allowed to bent her elbow. It has to be straight.” Since it’s not straight enough according to the doctor, so he twists my sister’s right arm. The wound is still wet and very hurt when the doctor twists the arm. My mom told me that my sister cried out loud for the pain…Oh, my poor little sister… ๐Ÿ˜ฅ

When I’m looking at my own elbow, its appearance isn’t nice actually. It’s darker than the other skin and it looks “ugly” because of the wrinkles. But when I remember the pain of my sister because of the wound in her elbow, it reminds me about my dear God. How can He create such kind of skin so that I can move, bend, twist my arms easily. I just pray that my sister wound, especially in her elbow and arm pit, will heal rapidly as it is and she can move her right arm without any difficulties after the accident.

Those are two events that make me think about my God. To give thank for everything He has already given…bad or good ones…since all are the proofs of His love and His mercy and He knows the best for me.

Jakarta, 16 Oktober 2012

just a dream

I like to do a “make up” or “make over” of translation texts, but mostly for the translation of devotional materials. For almost six years, I get involved in the editing team and start to know the style of each writers. Deep inside my heart, I wish one day I can meet them directly, not only via their writings.

But if I want to meet them personally, I have to fly away to uncle Sam’s and it’s not cheap and easy ๐Ÿ™‚ In my mind, I want to interview them, asking of things that move them to write every inspirational stories, how they prepare time to write, do they need special preparation to write each devos, and what strategy to write excerpt for the book’s writer who usually write devos based on his/her book, and many more.

You know, I always look up … I want to meet A, B, C, and D but I dont give thank yet when I already met X, Y, and Z. Yes, actually I already meet 2 Asian writers and 2 American ones. One of my friend has opportunity to attend a work shop at uncle Sam’s. He just inform us that he went to church with A, today he meets B, and tomorrow will meet C and D … wow, I wish to meet them too…when could I find such a privilege? Hope some day. And today … it’s just a dream

Jakarta, 12 October 2012

[how can I] count your own blessings

Finally my little sister had her surgery on Friday nite, 10-12 pm. The surgery actually will be held on the next Saturday morning, but because the surgical will be used, my sister’s schedule is changed to Friday nite.

After the surgery, all her right arm is being wound around with a bandage. So now she cant move it or do everything. My mom becomes her helper when she wants to pee, to take a bath, to eat, to change her clothes…all depends on my mom’s help.

On Sunday morning (7 Oct 2012), the doctor says that she can go home … yey!! ๐Ÿ™‚ But, my mom’s tasks are not over yet. She becomes Dinar’s babysitter … Dinar, the giant baby ๐Ÿ™‚ Just feel sorry since I cant help my mom yet.ย 

Sunday moves forward and Monday arrives. My mom says that the bandage is wet at several places, at Dinar’s wrist and upper arm. A new blister appears in her palm, near her right little finger.

I start to think about her wound…what will happen with her skin after the restoration? What if it makes her ย of having low self-esteem? And another worries I’ve got for her. I ask God, why bad things happen to her? Once I called her and she said that her right palm swells and it is like the monster’s palm. How cant I cry to hear her sentence?

My worries consume me to much. “Count your own blessings,” someone says, “when your worries have become a heavy burden for you.” You know, it is not an easy thing to do, especially if you are the one who face the problem. I want to help Dinar if some days she needs my support so that she can move on with her life and her scars. But even now, I still need help to conquer my own worries.

What can I do now? Here are things that I can do. I give thanks to the Lord:

* I can see the smile in her face

* since only her right arm which is injured, and not her whole body

* for her friends and teacher who move quickly to take her to the hospital

* the surgery went well and for good doctors. On Sunday morning she can go home

* for the money which He provided to pay all the hospital payments

* for her friends and my folks’ friends who visit and pray for her

* for the health of my mom and my dad who take care of her

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I pray that:

* She will get her recovery soon and go back to school again

* The wound do not create “a serious scar” and her new skin layer is not too scary

* God gives patience, wisdom, and good stamina for my folks in doing their own activities and to take care of Dinar.

So, just hope the best dan pray for her recovery. The bandage will be changed on Friday (12 October 2012).ย That’s the way I count my blessings. Any other ideas?

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Jakarta, 9 October 2012

a new blessing?

The rain is so hard tonite. I’m still in the course place and don’t know when I can go home. It’s already 7 pm and the rain start to slow down and finally it stops. But…when the rain stops, vehicles, especially motorcycle, start to fulfill the main street in front of the e-nopi office. Oh boy…the water is also welling in every roadside and the road must be slippery enough.

Have to move on if I wanna go home. After put on my raincoat, I leave the office with my motorcycle. Can not move faster since all the cars and motor move slowly. I chose to run in the middle part of the road to avoid the welling water in the roadsides. Though slowly, finally I reach my home at 7.45 pm. Thanks God.

After clean up myself and my room, I check my handphone and there is one miscalled from my mom. When I call her back, almost I cry when she told me that my little chef is in hospital now. Dinar, my youngest sister, the little chef, got an accident in her school kitchen in the afternoon.

She would cook rawon with her group. When she wanted to taste the soup with a wood spoon, suddenly the pot, which full of hot sauce, moved and fell down. The hot sauce poured out on her right arm. Her friends and her teacher immediately took her at Panti Waluyo hospital…by motorcycle ๐Ÿ˜ฆ My poor little sister

Dinar’s friend who took her in his motor couldn’t find the UGD room. He asked satpam, but got no answer. He started to panic since he saw that Dinar looks in pain. Finally, they could reach the UGD and Dinar got the treatment.

The hospital calls my folks after 4 pm and inform them that Dinar is getting treatment for the blister in her right arm. Then they hurry up to the hospital. When my mom calls me, I’m still struggle in the slippery road.

“She is ok,” my mom said. “Waiting for all the blisters ‘explode’, then she will taken to the surgical room to clean up the ‘death skin’.” Just cant imagine how painful it is.

Hope she will be better soon. For my mom and my dad too. Just find out that they argued about the room. My dad doesn’t want to put her in the first class since it will be expensive. But when looking at the blisters, actually a private room is needed since she cant wear any clothes for a moment because there are so many wounds and it will take days to recover. In one side, I know the reason why my dad disagree to put her in the first class. We dont how to get the money to pay back all the cost. Though there is insurance from her school, we have to pay it first and we dont know how to get the money.

So, it is decided to put her in the second class. The room has two beds, and no TV for the one who accompany her, which is always my mom. Need to figure out how to help my mom so that she isnt bored when there is nothing to do in the hospital…when my little sis is sleeping. I wish I could replace my mom ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

This morning I check Dinar’s facebook. Yesterday morning she posted a message: “new day, new morning, I’m ready for a new blessing.” And at yesterday also at 2 pm, she’s got the accident (4 October 2012). Is it her new blessing?

Jakarta, 5 October 2012