The year the answer was right in my hand

We spent a week in exile away from home during the bomb cyclone that had swept through Northeast. With the temperature way below zero in Fahrenheit, it resembled Siberia. It was truly a free visit to Siberian lands. Our well water and pipes froze and we lost power periodically. We left home when the power…

He is Walking with Us

I went to my local parish, to visit the historic chapel to sit in prayer quietly. I had two hours free to myself before I picked up my daughter, and within those two hours, I had to: 1. pick up salt at the grocery market 2. pray. 3. Meet P, my angel sent from God…

Life with Lily

Things were spiraling down rapidly. One event after another, events that arose emotions I could not easily stomach, I was going down fast, losing my calm. I was lost at sea of dark emotions of confusion, sadness, anger, jealousy, and fear. I found myself caught in this consummating fire of my dark passion. Once again….

Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to your name give glory

Another resolution that I made today along with waking up at five to have a quiet time in writing and communing with God is that I will write down a Bible verse of the day and put it in my jewelry box. It’s like New Year’s Day in July here. This jewelry box was given…

Writing as a Therapy

  Fresh smell of dawn greets me as I walk out to my balcony to take the morning in. The sun is about to rise. Since the arrival of my baby, I have been a late starter. For the last two years, I have missed this crisp, brand-new beginning that was so opposite of my…

Nothing Else Matters

Of course, having been raised by an alcoholic father, I felt powerless most of my childhood. However, my powerlessness was also the driving power behind my reason to study in my younger days. I wanted to leave my home life. I wanted to escape the darkness associated with my father’s alcoholism. In order to do…

The Prayer of Jabez

This is a quick post to remind my readers that this blog is still an active presence. I am waiting for God to allow me to write here at Lilyboat again. I have been quite busy for the good reasons- mainly for my graduate school and child-rearing tasks. I often come here on the sleepless nights…

The Problem With How We Treat Bipolar Disorder – NYTimes.com

The Problem With How We Treat Bipolar Disorder – NYTimes.com After the depression is suffered and endured, one is never the same. After each episode, I come out losing a sense of my many selves. And that is a good thing. It is a good thing because I am stripped down to the one true…