Love/Family/Friends

Let Him Go Again

“ Mom, Big news.”

Soh, the second son told me over the phone.

He bought a house last fall.  He also got a promotion recently.  Then maybe a baby?

He said, “No.”

As the company he works for has been bought by Facebook and will relocate to San Francisco, he decided to move to San Francisco, also—he said.

“The company will pay all expenses of moving.  The salary will increase X%, the bonus will be x times as now….“

He was excited telling me all the good deals he will receive, over the phone.

“Great!  Congratulations!”

I answered so, but my mind was not following what he was saying.  Instead, the sad feeling was surging inside of me.

 

When two sons graduated from colleges and were ready to move out, George told them to take everything with them and to not even leave a sock behind:  Coming back home with laundry is not independent.  In order to become a complete adult, they have to learn, drawing the line.  That’s what George wanted to teach them.

Looking at the empty rooms, I cried for three days.

Yet, the boys have visited us every holiday and birthday; we have traveled together every now and then, and since I got cancer, they have often called, emailed, and come over with Japanese food.

When I wanted to collect signatures for a petition for T-DM1, Soh, said, “ How many signatures do you need?  If it’s one thousand, I will do it for you.” And he did.  Even this blog, Soh made for me.

That dear son will move to San Francisco, an 8-hour drive away from Torrance.

I understand it’s common for kids to live far away from parents and nothing unusual.   Even I myself, live thousands of miles away from my family in Japan.   I have to let him go again— though I will miss him big time.

 

 

 

 

George Turned 60

If I describe George in one sentence,

he is a man who faithfully seeks God’s kingdom more than anything: He has been demonstrating loving God with all his heart, his mind, and all his soul, and loving his neighbors as himself since I got to know him.
He is one of the great blessings for me, and this is an evidence how much God loves me.
He turned 60 on 8/17, and I had wanted to make his birthday very special because of this reason.
In spite of my intention, however, the planning was very difficult because he was not sure when was the best time to celebrate his birthday until the last minute, and organizing or planning was not my strength at all  in the first place.

Then God moved to help. Special guests, George’s aunt from Arizona and cousin & his wife from Virginia came to celebrate his birthday.
His office staff threw a surprise party. I could call the Bible study class, the congregation of the church, and our children to celebrate his special birthday.

Bible Class

Tuesday Bible class presented the birthday message scroll.

at the church

Sunday surprise celebration with the congregation

The celebrations were nothing fancy but simple. Yet, I am thankful that everyone’s appreciation of him was vocalized – which I believe is the fruit of his long faithful work- and grateful to see him have a happy birthday in the midst of the battle with his Parkinson’s and my cancer.

60 may not sound young any more, but I see him becoming like a great mature tree full of fruits.
May God continually bless him and equip him, so that he can accomplish his purpose: blessing as many other people as possible!

Fruitful Tree

Psalm 1
“Oh, the joys of those who do not follow the advicew of the wicked, or stand around with sinners, or join in with scoffers.
But they delight in doing everything the Lord wants; day and night they think about his law. They are like trees planted along the riverbank, bearing fruit each season without fail.
Their leaves never wither, and in all they do, they prosper.”

 

 

 

Additional Family Picture

This is a family picture of George’s birthday.

We always stand on the same position with the same pasture as we take a family picture, but from left,  here are the first son Roy, kathy, George, the second son Soh, his wife Pinky, and Soh and Pinky’s dog, Illy.  On the table are George’s favorite lobsters, clams, spare ribs, and green salad.

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The children said that they have learned all important things of life from George, and I am thankful for his daily prayer for the family, his long suffering love, and strong leadership.  It was truly happy birthday!

 

The 5th Birthday From the Diagnose

It is 3:30 am. I am up because I can’t sleep.
From yesterday George and I are at a ranch in Santa Ynez, known for its wineries. This is my birthday family trip and the kids are coming today. I will be 60 on the 21st and this is also the 5th birthday from the diagnose of breast cancer in 2010.
Being surrounded by rural scenery of mountains, vineyards, green farms, and livestocks such as hoses, caws, sheep, and goats, I have enjoyed this beautiful, spacious, peaceful place.
In spite of that, at night the leg cramps continually attack me and then, shortness of breath, and spasms interrupt my sleep.
I took all kinds of medicines and supplements, but none of them helped.
I woke up and am thinking that I am no longer young; the battling against cancer or the side effects are getting tougher.
Yet, if I look back, while I was always concerned with the same, gratefully I have been able to manage the side effects and survive so far.
I didn’t expect that, and then I feel like this 5th birthday is a milestone. I could do that because not only George and the kids, but also my families in both Japan and the U.S., as well as many friends have supported me and most importantly God has been with me.
Sleepless nights may continue and the concerns are endless. However, God was, is, and will never leave me!
Now I am encouraged and my legs feel better. I am going back to bed hoping to be able to sleep now.
Lampoc Winary

View from the ranch

The view from the ranch

It Became Quiet Again

Like the song “Twelve Days of Christmas”, I learned that traditionally Christmas lasts twelve days starting from Dec. 25th or the night before 25th.

When George was a child, a Christmas tree was set out on Christmas eve after he went to bed, and on Christmas morning there was a big surprise with the tree along with many gifts, he said.

My British friend, Susan, also told me that she also kept a Christmas tree for twelve days through a new year.

In our case this year, however, two days after Christmas when our younger son, Soh and his family (Pinky and a dog, Illy) – who had moved to the Bay Area recently and were visiting us for a Christmas vacation – left, we put away all the Christmas decorations.

The house became plain and quiet, again.

Though we will see friends and family next week, as well, I feel a little lonely being alone with George.  This must be the feeling of the empty nest and I feel like we are definitely in a new chapter of life.

In this new chapter, specifically the next new year, however, I say to myself, “Look forward to God’s good plan for us and to lots of blessings because HE IS GOOD ALL THE TIME!”

 

Worry Caused Stress Onto Others

“I am shopping for Christmas gifts. I can’t enjoy the time with the family and friends. This is too much.”

Charging my cell-phone, which was dead for a couple days, I found My son, Soh’s numerous text messages sent on Dec. 23rd

I have asked him to fix a website of NPO Grain of Wheat so that we would be able to raise funds for a cancer friend, Vivian, but it was Christmas week and Soh was on the vacation.

The website Soh built five years ago has needed major maintenance, while there are several personal fundraising websites, which are user friendly, but after a meeting with Doug, Vivian’s husband, we decided to use the Grain of Wheat website because Doug’s son, Dan, who is a website developer, would be able to help.

The idea of the fundraising came up in November, but it was December, the busiest month of a year when we asked Dan to make a fundraising page as well as Soh to assist Dan.
As Christmas was approaching Worrying about Vivian, who became sicker, I felt urgency to start the fundraising. I regretted the decision of using the Grain of Wheat site, and felt time pressure but didn’t notice that my pressure was pressuring others who were involved in this project.
“ASAP!” I was typing numerous times in emails on top of requesting some modifications and additions on the page. A few weeks later finally the fundraising page was completed in an adapted Grain of Wheat website on December 23rd.

As Lee, our good friend, promptly announced the fundraising to all the friends, from next day, Christmas Eve, the donations have been coming. As of today, 12/30/14, we raised about $4000.

I was relieved from the pressure, but reading Soh’s messages, I am wondering that maybe we didn’t need to be in such a hurry; maybe it would have been o.k. to wait after New Year’s Day. Feeling bad to put pressure on everyone’s shoulder, I sent apology emails.

He Cut the Throat

If I said so, it sounds so scary, but on the 18th, George and I got up at 4am and went to Fontana Kaiser driving about 90 minutes on freeways for his vocal cord surgery.

Vocal cords have two flaps and they make sounds by opening and closing. Since about three years ago, however, George’s one of those flaps has paralyzed and his voice became weak and raspy.

Up till now his doctor has shot materials in the vocal cord’s gap, which has not closed because of the paralyzed flap, from the mouth using a catheter.

The material is absorbed eventually into surrounded tissues, so he has been repeating this procedure from time to time. Yet last October it didn’t work, and even December when he tried again, it didn’t work, either.

So this time the doctor suggested the different surgery, in which he opened the throat and implanted silicon to push the paralyzed flap to close the gap.

It took about two hours.  Around 11:30am, the doctor came to see me at the waiting area, and told me that everything looked fine, showing some pictures of the vocal cords, which closed perfectly.

After waiting another hour, I finally saw George.   About 3 inch incision in front of his neck looked painful reminding me a victim of ISIS, who was beheaded, but his pain and nausea were under the control and he could even talk with a weak tiny voice.

Despite an assumption of the same day surgery, the doctor ordered him to stay over a night.  I stayed with him until around 6 pm, and came back home.

Perhaps because it was a long day, wearing the shoes all day and I even took a walk in the huge hospital property while the surgery was done, I started feeling uncomfortable and pain under the feet as though there were some small rocks in the shoes, towards the end of the day, and when I got home, I discovered two blisters on the back of the foot.  This is a symptom of hand-foot syndrome, a side effect of Xeloda, a chemo drug I started two weeks ago.

Following the information I read on the line, I soaked my feet in cold water after the shower, applied moisture cream, wore moisture socks, and took vitamin B6.  I have to drive up to Fontana again to pick up George.  I hope this took care of the blisters and they will vanish tomorrow morning!

 

The Body of Christ

I woke up with sore throat, cough, and headache this morning. This is not good. Just one long day made me sick? I can’t help thinking that my immune system became so weak after five years of chemo.

Today I am supposed to pick up George, go to teach piano, and volunteer at a homeless shelter at night, and tomorrow I will have an oral surgery removing a teeth implant. The blisters on the sole are still there and hurting, also.

The night before George’s surgery, at the Bible study, everyone made a circle holding hands, and prayed for him. Then several people offered me help if I would need. I should rest for tomorrow’s surgery. Instead of pushing myself, I should humbly ask someone to pick up George. So I called a member of the Bible study, who is in his 70’s.

It was before 8am. The wife, who was also diagnosed with HER2 positive breast cancer, and started chemo last Christmas season, answered the phone. She immediately understood my situation and switched to her husband.
“ I am so glad that you called me. I am happy to pick up George. “ He delightedly accepted my request.

As I called another member of the Bible Study as well as of the volunteer team to cancel the volunteering at the shelter, she said, “ If you could not get anyone else to get George, I would truly be fine with forgoing my workshop and driving George. Truly!”

The words that I am sick spread quickly and then I received several offers of foods from multiple Bible study members, too. Since George’s lay off became official, the Bible class is getting united more and more, but today I feel their kindness so deep to my core. God is alive!

“Love your neighbors as yourself.”
“ You are the body of Christ.”

They, who are applying what they learned from the study through George, are truly brothers and sisters in Christ. We are becoming the body of Christ. It is so beautiful and encouraging!

Going To Japan Again

I was not sure if it was a good time to go to Japan because George and I have so much stuff going on this year, but as my mom will be 88 this summer – and that is a big special number in Japan – George encouraged me to go saying, “ This may be the last time for your mom or for you to see each other. “
So I decided to go leaving on 4/7 for two weeks.

Roy, our elder son, first left for Japan with his friend today. Using a Japan Rail Pass, which allows non-Japanese tourists to ride on trains as much as they like for a certain period of the time, he is going to travel all over Japan with his friends – including two more in Japan – besides seeing my family.
As he was sick last weekend, I told him the night before his departure to buy Tylenol and masks at LAX reminding him that Japan was still very cold. Although he is 32, I am worried if he could get around safely without getting sick or getting into troubles over there that is a foreign country for him. Then he told me that I should watch myself for the safe smooth travel, too.

He is right. This time I have to travel all by myself. I can’t lift up my left arm because of the lymphedema and the aftereffect of the radiation therapy. I am also concerned with hand-foot syndrome, peripheral neuropathy, and muscle cramps. So I requested a wheelchair service at the airports, LAX and Japan. With this service, at least I can minimize all troubles at the airports.

For the younger son, Soh, and his wife, Pinky, who are leaving for Japan a week after me, this trip is the first one to travel all by themselves, as well. Since they don’t know Japanese, I am worried if they can make it with a four-hour travel from Tokyo to Toyohashi, the hometown of my sister, exchanging the trains.

Anyway, I am thankful for them who decided to make efforts to see my mom to express their appreciations of many years with me. I am also thankful for George, who cannot make it because he is in the middle of his job transition but still encouraged me to go, and at last for God who allowed me to go once again despite of all concerns.

Everything Was Good Until I Opened Email

Great Wheelchair Service

In order to minimize my trouble with hand-foot syndrome, which makes my feet so sensitive and easy to get painful, I used a wheelchair service from checking in at LAX to the arrival gate of the destination, Nagoya airport, in Japan.  This was indeed a good idea. The assistants who pushed my wheelchair were so kind that I didn’t need to carry or pick up my heavy luggage or to stand on long lines at all.

George told me later that some cancer woman was kicked off the boarding because she didn’t have a doctor’s note and he was afraid it was me.  Yet, it was not me!

A Surprise Encounter

Another surprise, which made my flight so wonderful, was an encounter with a Japanese woman at LAX.  As I sat at the boarding gate starting emailing, a senior woman who sat next to me asked if I could watch her suitcase while she would go to buy a bottle of water in English.

“Would you like something?  I can get it for you.”

Her kindness and friendliness made me feel open to her, and wondering if she was Japanese, I responded to her in Japanese.  Then Bingo!  We immediately became friends.

Sharing her adventurous life all the way to Japan including her difficult childhood, multiple  vocations such as a  dancer, actress, dealer, and more in Japan as well as in Las Vegas, loss of her husband, breast cancer, and stroke, she said, “I love cooking. I would happy to cook for you.  Why don’t you visit me in Las Vegas sometime?” Then we said, “See you again,” promising to call each other once we get back to the U.S..

It Was Freezing

When I arrived at Narita in Japan, it was only 39F˚.  Looking at cold rain, which was even snow in the morning, from the grass wall of the airport, where I transited to a domestic airline to the last destination, Nagoya, I was concerned about the sandals I was wearing. I had looked for shoes for rainy days, but regular shoes put pressure from all sides on my feet and made them red and burning.  I couldn’t find any comfortable shoes except sandals.  Thankfully rain already stopped when I landed at Nagoya, but probably I have to continue to hunt for shoes for rainy days ahead even in Japan.

 Big Mistake

Everything  was smooth and good until I opened my email at my mom’s house.

“We are waiting for you!”

There were two emails from my friend.

While I was enjoying the conversation with my new friend on the airplane, eight of my elementary friends were waiting for me at a restaurant on the cold rainy day.  I thought our reunion was the 9th, but it was actually the 8th.  We had confirmed several times about the date, but still I wrote down the wrong date in my planner.  At least knowing that they still had a good time without me made me feel better, but it was a horrible mistake and I felt awful.  Becoming worried about other (re)unions with other friends, I checked the dates again.  They were fine; no more mistakes.

Oh Lord, please help me!

 

 

It Was All Done Well

Though almost every day it was raining, finally I saw the blue sky. I didn’t have good luck with the weather, but God truly blessed my Japan trip.

My feet, which were red and painful, were healed gradually as a two week extended break from chemo started on my arrival day in Japan. One of my best friends brought me her shoes as she learned that I had been looking for comfy shoes for the rainy days, and that also helped me greatly.

The elementary friends, whom I screwed-up mistaking the date to meet on the first day in Japan, rescheduled the date for me. I was so thankful.

I saw/met multiple cancer friends including two of my old friends, who were once in the terminal stage of cancer, but miraculously able to suppress cancer. We enjoyed the time being together exchanging cheers, and it was greatly encouraging.

Finally, my second son and his wife arrived on the 18th, and I spent the best finale with my extended family: First at a music concert, in which my cousin, who was my piano teacher, her daughter, and two of my nieces performed singing and playing piano with other students. In the past I saw their performances through Skype, but because I wanted to see the live, I set the trip around the day of concert. I was very impressed with the quality of the concert renewing my respect and appreciation for them.

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with my nieces

Afterward, we went to a hotel to celebrate my Mom’s early 88th birthday, which is a very special number in Japan.
After singing “Happy Birthday” with a birthday cake, as I gave her cards, one was from my mother-in-law in the U.S. and the other from the family in Japan collecting the words of thanks for her, she had tears in her eyes. It is so unusual because she is always negative and pleasing her is very difficult.
” I want to take the cards with me. Please put them in my coffin,” said she.

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After all, she had a great time, and so did I. Achieving all the goals, and receiving lots of cheer, I am on the way home on an airplane.
Good-bye beloved Japan, and I hope to be able to visit there again next year!

Cancer Diagnosis 5th Anniversary

It has been 5 years since my diagnosis of breast cancer and now I will start the 6th year of the battle. On May 8th five years ago, everything turned upside down and my life has changed ever since. I could not think of the future, but I made it to 5 years! At the very beginning, I was told that my cancer was stage ll, but it should have been stage four because cancer had been already spread into the lungs. When I went to UCLA Medical center for a 2nd opinion, I was told that I would not have been able to survive for four years. If I think of that, it is a miracle that I am still alive.

Spiritual Prime Time

Physically my prime time was over long time ago. For the last five years chemo, radiation, and surgeries have beaten my cancer cells but also good cells.  My body has been damaged and lost some abilities, yet, spiritually I feel like I have grown and now I am in the prime time with the maturity and strength.

This is all because God has poured into me His love.  Immediately after cancer invaded my life, not mention the family and relatives, but also so many friends came closer into my life. If I think there was not even one day when I didn’t feel loved, it is evitable to believe that God came and has stayed right next to me as soon as I asked for the rescue.

Cancer has been growing and the harsh chemo will never end. I have no idea how many more years I have, yet my joy of being loved is more abundant than all the difficulties and I cannot express it enough. Even if the death sentence would come tomorrow, my wish to send each person, who has cheered, cared, supported, and prayed for me, a red rose with my gratitude wouldn’t change.

Death Is Like Cocoon

We all die sometime. Even if another miracle happened right now and I were cured, I will die someday anyway. According to the Bible, the paradox is when we die, the dream of living happily ever after will come true. We will receive the new body, which never gets sick or dies, when Jesus returns on the last day of the earth. Both the living and dead, who believed Jesus as Messiah, will transform into the new body all together (1 Corinthian 15:52). Therefore, when the dead wake up, everyone, whom they loved would be there including the people who had died before and after; only the people left behind have to grieve.

If it’s so, death is the triumph. An earthly body will deteriorate and decay, but it is like a cocoon, an empty leftover of a butterfly, which is much more beautiful and free than a caterpillar, a previous status. We are the same. We need to focus on the new body instead of the old body, and God, who gives it to us as the Creator.

Whether we have cancer or not, until God calls us to go home, we have to enjoy every gift we receive from Him, accomplish the purpose He gave us, and welcome the most joyful day. That is the way of life the Bible teaches us, I believe.

Oh, How great our Lord is!! Hallelujah!

Wish To Be Better Partner

“Merry Christmas Dad!
We hope you take this website and turn it into something amazing. We believe in your natural talent as a writer and speaker and hope you are able to share it with the world. We love you Dad!
– Soh & Pinky”

Last Christmas, our 2nd son, Soh, who is a web designer, with his wife Pinky, gave a website to George .

Maybe because of the stress from my cancer, George lost his voice in 2012. Since then he has had multiple treatments including an open surgery in February this year, yet he has been still struggling with his weak raspy voice. The website was given hoping to become his new voice.

George has been working on the website. Especially since his last day at Neighborhood Church, he has been in his study day and night until even 2-3 o’ clock in the morning working hard on it, and finally it was launched.

In the website are his faith journey since he was a child, blog, introductions of his new books and seminars, the Bible study, etc. Yes. His long time dream of publishing books is finally coming true by lots of encouragements and nudges from friends and family members.

In his first book, “Dusting For God’s Fingerprints”, he writes:
“Since then my dad had a stroke-dementia-blindness, my wife has Stage 4 Breast Cancer, I have a paralyzed vocal cord and Parkinson’s, my best friend died, and I lost my job. My wife said, “We’ve both turned 60, have cancer, Parkinsons, and no voice – Who the heck would want us?” My only reply, “Maybe God?”… And so we’ve set out on an Abramic journey – old, and not knowing where we’re going – but trusting God does.
I’m tempted sometimes to give up, to give in. There’s enough good reason. It all seems so sad sometimes, and Mr. Toad’s wild ride is getting weary, and yet…
Maybe someday a princess will come, like Megan did in 8th grade, and kiss this old toad, and he’ll become a prince. Maybe there’s still some good news in that old Gospel for me. Maybe we’ll all live happily ever after, after all.”
When I get down, George always encourages me; lifts me up. Not only me, but he encourages anyone who is in need or in despair. That is his gift and vocation. He is always dependable– I thought, but actually he has carried lots of burden. My comment put more weight on him. I was too oblivious to even think about his pressure. I know his faith is strong, but the leader must face much more enemies than the followers. I feel sorry for him and bad that I was insensitive.
I have to pray for him more intensely. I have to be more kind, patient, and understanding him. I pray God to sustain my life a little longer so that I can be his better partner.

Dearest Partner

This is a touching beautiful dog story again I found in Pinky, the daughter-in-law’s Facebook.
blind dog
Those two shabby old dogs were rescued by an animal shelter organization when they were abandoned and roaming around. The white dog is totally blind, but the ugly bull is guiding the white dog wherever they go. If they are separated even for a few minutes, they bark and whine being stressed out. Although they are not biologically related, how strong their tie is!

According to the animal shelter, perhaps they were abandoned because they were too much to take care of for the owner.

Having a handicap, old, and abandoned—the story sounds so familiar! Yet, they are always together – never depart from each other.

I have to learn a lot. It was inspiring.

San Francisco From Tonight

The 2nd son, Soh moved to San Mateo, near San Francisco last November as his company, Oculus was bought by Facebook. Since then, Soh and his wife Pinky have been visiting George and me every month, but they were also inviting us to their new town. That was always my desire, and though my cancer battle has been getting harder and George lost his job, we will finally make it to happen.

Tomorrow morning, the 1st son, Roy will catch up to us, and then Soh will take us to Facebook, where his new office is in, and at night we will celebrate George’s 61st birthday together. On Saturday, we are planning to go to Napa, a winery. (We may have to change the plan depending on how badly the wildfire affected there though)

In spite of all the tough trials, I’ve been enjoying this summer being provided a baseball game, music concert, lunches, dinners, and teas with faithful friends. On top of that, this trip must be the high point of our summer. God is with us and blessing us! I am so grateful.

6th Birthday Since Diagnosis

Friday was chemo day. So I didn’t feel great next day. Yet, I could celebrate my 61st birthday a little early with George, the sons, the daughter-in-law, and the mother-in-law on Saturday. This is the 6th birthday since my diagnosis of breast cancer.

Soh, who flew from San Francisco, was also sick. Yet while both of us were lying on the two couches, the rest of the family made plenty of lunch, which didn’t have enough space on the table. Having a meal at the table with my beloved family made me so happy as usual.

After the delicious lunch, we watched the movie, “Terminal”.
A story about a foreign man (Tom Hanks), who came to the US to accomplish his diseased father’s dream but wounded up living in the airport without being able to put a foot on US land or go back to his own country because his passport became invalid due to a war breaking out in his small country just when he arrived at a JF Kennedy Airport. In the climax of the movie the man was about able to get into the U.S land, but he was pressured by an administrator of the airport to leave for his country otherwise his good friends he made during his living at the airport would be laid off and one of them would be even deported. The man chose to leave giving up his purpose to accomplish the father’s dream, and listening to a friend, who had no idea why the man chose to leave, yelling at him as coward, he sadly headed to the terminal. I saw Jesus in the man’s sacrifice for his friends, and it touched me deeply.

I wish I had more energy to interact with the family, but I am grateful that I could make it to the 6th birthday surrounded by my beloved family and friends. 61 doesn’t sound young, but finding out this cancer blog has had viewers from 30 countries, I am greatly encouraged. God is still equipping me, and perhaps I can do more for His Kingdom. Giving thanks for God who is sustaining my life, I pray that I could make it to one more birthday producing more fruits!

Happy Birthday Again

As I went to the Bible class, there were balloons, cards, a banner, and a homemade cake prepared, and the class sang ” Happy Birthday” for me. It was all surprise!

Learning my chemo day is every Friday, people in the class take a turn to deliver food for George and me, and someone is sending even a house cleaner.    They are so kind that it is just unbelievable.

I don’t deserve all such things and this is just God’s Grace.   He has been constantly blessing me like rain falling on green to grow.

Cancer has been growing and harsh chemo will be endless, but I feel like my life is so rich with fullness of joy.  What a wonderful life!  I am  grateful.

GOD IS GOOD ALL THE TIME!

61 BD with B.C.

With the Bible Class

Dusting for God’s Fingerprints

It has been almost six months since George decided to publish his book. The book we were waiting for as if waiting for a new baby, finally appeared on Amazon. On the same day, receiving a package of the copies of his book, I was elated and congratulated him.

He is creative, knows humor, and is an excellent story teller. For many years people, who have listened to his sermons, have told him to make them as a book. It took time, but finally he made it.

The title is Dusting for God’s Fingerprints.

The Bible tells the relationship between men, who were born in Israel in different times of the human history, and God, but even now He is seeking the relationship with each of us intervening in our lives. If we can find such a God’s “fingerprints” in our lives, it is a great encouragement and inspiration no matter what we face. Retelling twelve stories in the Bible he picked an unconventional style with his wit and humor, he helps us to find God’s fingerprints in our lives.

As he shares the fingerprints he found in his own life, there are familiar names of our family and friends, and numerous ministries he has or we have done together.
I am so thankful that he finally collected his many years of fruits and stored them in the book. Now I anticipate that the book will be well accepted and appreciated by many!
Dusting for God's Fingerprints

Great Week

Getting up earlier than usual, I put a turkey in the oven.

Turkey before

A turkey before baking

Turkey after

5 hours after

This summer as I was told by the oncologist that time that she ran out options for me though cancer was growing, I was not sure if I could enjoy this Thanksgiving. Yet, God was so graceful. I could bake the turkey again!

Before Thanksgiving, George held two book signings.
GeoHis book sales had a good start being sold out at Amazon just one week after the sale, and about 200 copies of the book were sold in two signings.
I am thankful for not only for many people who came to the signings, but also for so many helpers, who made beautiful table center pieces as well as delicious goodies, musicians, photographers, a registrar, and so on including my children and 82 year old mother-in-law, who came to support George.

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A creative beautiful amazing center piece

I am happy and thankful for him, who was the center of this great achievement, and of course the Lord, who made everything possible inspite of my concern!

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with George, mother-in-law, and grownup children on Thanksgiving 2015

Strength Was Restored

Even though a fact is the same, depending on the perspective, things look differently. If I think I have only a half-cup of water, I get worried and down, but if I think I have still a half-cup of water, I can stay calm.

Though the fact that the cancer has been growing since the beginning of this year hasn’t changed, it is so strange that the world looks brighter after I heard the encouragement from the oncologist.

If someone says, “ I’m already 51,”I, who am 61, can say to her, “Still 51? You are so young!”

If someone says, “ I don’t know how many days I have left,” I can say, “ you have still today.”

The person has been giving himself for organ transplant patients for several decades and he is determined to keep giving until his last day.

Feeling the strength God restored in me and knowing that He wants me to be his instrument, I also determined to share the encouragements and the promise Jesus taught us with him until the end.

“ I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, and I have remained faithful. And now the prize awaits me—the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give me on the day of his return.”–Second Timothy4:7-8