My summer vacation is FLYING so I wanted to write a quick update before I blink and I’m back at work! I kicked of the summer vacation by climbing Mt. Fuji with my friends Tyla and Tauna…what an incredible experience! I was a little nervous before we left because I had been warned repeatedly by those around me about the intensity of the endeavor and worried that I was ridiculously unprepared. My coworkers were literally worried for my life…but to be honest, it was a breeze! I don’t know why everyone was so worried; people were hiking in full mountain gear—oxygen tanks and everything—I didn’t even bring a coat because I couldn’t fit it in my backpack!
It was a long hike and my legs were a little sore the day after from hours and hours of hiking, but most of the discomfort came from the descent. I’ve had problems with my right knee ever since my 2005 car accident and “walking” (more like sliding) down a mountainside hour after hour took its toll, but it wasn’t like it was hard. I genuinely enjoyed the entire experience and I was continually amazed by the beauty around me. I soaked up every minute and loved every shade of the spectacular sunrise in the morning light. It was unlike anything else I have ever seen in my life and I don’t know how anyone could walk away from that mountain without a knowledge of the existence of God. The beauty there was definitely beyond the capacities of this world.
Basically, my mom has had problems with pain in her legs her whole life and when she got pregnant with twins about 27 years ago, everything got much worse. A vein ruptured in her leg and for as long as I can remember my mom I can remember the open wound on her leg. It would take between two to three years to heal at a time and the size and severity of the wound would fluctuate, but it was always there. It has been closed up for some time now, but my mom noticed a small red line on the skin there as she left for vacation. The line grew over the next several days until it became a large and open wound. She became physically ill and quite feverish from the infection and went to the doctor upon returning to Utah. Her doctor feared that it could be gangrene and directed my mom to go to a wound center.
I won’t go into gruesome details, but my mom showed me her leg on Skype and, well, it looked like gangrene to me, too. She couldn’t stand or walk, let alone wander around with me around Sendai and we knew that there would be no way she could make the trip… :-( The doctors cleared out much of the infection and it has to be dressed and treated each day, but my mom said her fever has been going down and she is making progress. She told the doctors that she wanted to come to Japan to visit her daughter and they told her that maybe it would be healed enough to come visit me…next Spring…sooooo that’s the plan!
To be completely honest, I was heartbroken to hear the news. More than anything, I was just flat-out worried about my momma! I really got my hopes up to see her and to see my dad though; I told everyone that would listen that my parents were coming and I know it would have been SO fun to have them here.
Still, I KNOW better than to let this discourage me. I absolutely know that everything happens for a reason, everything. I realize that I don’t know the whole story and that there are blessings in this change that I may or may not ever come to understand in this life. Still, a few huge blessings have already shone blaringly through my initial disappointment. First of all, it is incredibly fortunate that my mom got sick just before coming to Japan rather than during her visit here. Also, my friend Jason is still coming out to visit and I know we will have a blast exploring Japan together!
One unexpected blessing was a renewal of my love and gratitude for those around me here in Sendai. Once I told my landlord that my parents were no longer going to be able to make the trip (of course she and the other tenants here were all aware of the impending visit), she left the room, quickly returning with a box of origami paper. Without a word, she began folding the paper and motioned for me to do the same. I have never folded origami in my life, but I did my best to follow her steps. Soon enough, I had created a tiny paper crane! She handed me a large stack of paper squares and motioned that I continue, then left the room again.
I obediently, though clumsily, continued to fold the paper, wondering if she thought this would help distract me or something from the disappointing news of my parents. I was wrong! She returned with a small book explaining the Japanese custom of sen-ba-zuru. The crane is a symbol of long life in Japan and send-ba-zuru is the presentation of 1,000 origami cranes to someone that is ill in order to help that person get well. She put her hand over her heart and through broken English explained to me that she hoped my “momma” would be “OK soon.” My heart was deeply touched again by her kindness and soon a couple other residents sat at the table to help me make cranes for my momma. It was a beautiful and humbling experience… I don’t know that we made 1,000, but we folded for hours and I felt the Lord with me, delicately replacing feelings of sadness with profound gratitude one paper crane at a time. Of course I wish my parents could still make it, but I am far too blessed to be unhappy about it…there really is just too much goodness in my life and I know that the Lord has a purpose behind this change so, really, what do I have to be upset about? Just as fear cannot exist where there is faith, surely unhappiness cannot dwell where there is gratitude.
Oh no, I have been rambling again! I better get off my computer screen—I still have much to do before Jason gets here TONIGHT! There is a huge festival in Sendai this weekend called the Tanabata festival and they are holding an opening ceremony tonight with what I am told will be a marvelous firework display! I know that all will be well and that my mom is under great care but, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d appreciate any prayer on her behalf that you may have time to offer. I sure love my momma and I believe in the power of “paper cranes” in all forms. Thank you!
Oh Karishasan, you always amaze me with your love and light and adventure!
ReplyDeleteI will pray for your momma, and I know she will be alright. Too bad she cannot come visit, but think of all the cool places you will know of and the mastery of the language you will have when she comes to visit next spring! Maybe that is the reason...to come when her little Karisha has the language and culture down and can really show them Japan!
The paper cranes brought a tear to my eye and maybe inspired a new song. What a beautiful thing...why do we not have such traditions in America?!
You rock my friend. And, I am so happy to hear you are exploring, living, and having so much fun and revelation. God is truly with you and showing you a good time on this planet! Ask him for his autograph for me!
As always, I love you, am so very proud of you, and blessed to be part of your amazing life and adventure!