Thursday, December 8, 2011

City of Angels here I come

My upcoming visit to the city of Angels was prompted by a phone call I received by a family member I barely even know. She sat in the hospital with my mom as she left a very startling voicemail. Her quivering voice had the sense of urgency as if the inevitable was about to go down. I felt helpless.  This was about a week ago... My boss was leaving for Paris the next day so I couldn't just up and leave. A slight panic attack suddenly sat heavily upon my chest as I talked to my drug-induced mother about her sky-rocketing blood pressure and dimming energy. My negative thoughts started to flood my brain and I couldn't stop. I was at the lobby of one of my pastor's, excited for the ugly sweater holiday party when all this was happening. I took a moment after I hung up the phone and pulled myself together.
I asked the doorman which way to go and he directed me pass the marbled floors up the elevator to the 14th floor, ugly sweater and elephant gift in hand. 
I said a little prayer to ask God what I should do with the information I just received and booked a flight to see the momma. Fast forward to today when I got a more cheerful voicemail from the momma, "Don't worry anak, I am feeling much better but I look forward to seeing you on the 15th." 
A great big sigh of relief. I can only hope that the city of angels looks out for my mom in my absence.

A psalm of David.
 1 The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
 2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
 3 he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
   for his name’s sake.
4 Even though I walk
   through the darkest valley,[a]
I will fear no evil,
   for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
   they comfort me.