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My mother now lives in the downstairs memory care section of the home where my Nana spent the last three years of her life. When Nana was upstairs in the assisted living residential area, one of my former CBS, Community Bible Study, teacher colleagues moved not far down the hall. Kyoko acknowledged me when I’d hug her and said hello then, but she didn’t chat much if I stopped by. She always had a warm smile and responded politely and respectfully. She still had a sweet-nature and was soft-spoken. I think sometimes she remembered me, and sometimes she simply didn’t.

After Nana went home to heaven, I only revisited the home a couple of times. I intended to go back and check on Kyoko, but the demands of daily life and the out-of-town commute soon ebbed away at my best intentions.

When my mom went to live there a year ago, Kyoko had transferred downstairs and was my mother’s next-door neighbor for the first few months before mom got her own permanent room. Most of the memory care residents spend their time in the large community room connected to the dining area.

My mom doesn’t know me or any of my sisters anymore. Shannon, my second youngest sister and mom’s former caregiver, visits mom daily and feeds her one meal, usually dinner on the weekdays on her way home from work, and lunch on the weekends. Kyoko is always there too. Most of my six sisters have come to know her and her gentle ways. She likes to be close to my mother, and she’ll point you to the chair next to mom and bow until you take it.

Many days when I make the commute to visit my mom is sound asleep when I arrive and she’ll doze for hours. It is such a disappointment for me not to catch her awake and alert. She still shows a flicker of a second of recognition, a smile flashes across her sweet face and then she’ll grab for my hand. But when slumbering, mom sleeps deeply. Kyoko is usually sitting on the nearby sofa and she’ll get up, walk over to me and it almost seems like she wants to speak specifically, as a comforting gesture like she can sense the depth of my heartache.

Back when we served together at CBS, we were both core leaders of groups with about fifteen women. One year I was also the secretary and another year I was the Prayer Chairman so our time was interwoven in a variety of additional ways. Kyoko T. was dearly loved by her ladies. She knew God’s word intimately and she lived the grace and beauty of the Lord in every aspect of her petite being. We used to sing together in the leadership meeting circle these beautiful songs of praise and worship and sisterhood. Sometimes we sat next to each other and raised our quiet voices in harmony with fellow CBS sisters gifted with lovely songbird perfectly pitched, and choir worthy cadence.

We also prayed together. That was my closest connection with this humble woman. We shared prayer requests and praises both within the leadership circle and outside of it. She knew all of my sisters names and my mother’s name, Mary. How faithful Kyoko was to remember to ask me about my family, my children, and my husband after a season of intercession.

She shared about her home and the longings in her soul. Those were precious days of special friendship within a circle of women that you often only experience once in a lifetime.

I eventually moved out-of-town and sent Christmas cards which eventually dwindled down over the next decade.

Kyoko’s tender heart remains despite the loss of the memories of herself, her childhood, her family, her country, me and all her other CBS sisters. A loving Father placed her in her current home where she unknowingly continues to be a blessing to my mother and all those around her. I watch the gentlemen and ladies respond to her meek compliance and kindnesses. Her outer image is much altered, but her inner-Christ light shines with a brilliance like a star illuminating a night sky.

I often sing to my mom if she is awake or to Kyoko if my mom is sleeping. Kyoko and I used to hold hands when we sang The Servant Song together in our CBS days. The lyrics hold a much deeper meaning to me now than almost twenty years ago. Kyoko remains a servant-hearted handmaiden of the Lord right where she is. There is hope where there is love.




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I saw this question while on my Pinterest break in my writing work day today.

I love to watch the stars from my hammock in the backyard. One year when I was ill, I mapped the airplane flight patterns when I rested on my hammock and prayed for my neighbors late into the summer nights.

God brought healing into my heart, body, and soul during that season of prayer. I don’t know what He did for the people I interceded for, but I know he heard and answered every utterance.

Praying for others when faced with mounting trials of your own helps take the focus off yourself and tenderizes a deep place you might otherwise guard and protect. Every inch surrendered for Kingdom purposes grows miles in a God direction.

I don’t know about you, but my daily prayer request list is growing to the point I could live on my knees everyday. The world is crying out in pain and sickness, loss and bewilderment. Fellow believers are facing testing at an accelerated level. And the burden on my heart awakens me in the middle of the night.

The weather has been cool enough that I can venture outside under the stars and pray until the leading of the Holy Spirit lifts. The earth is quiet and calm. At least it is in my backyard. The brightness of those millions and millions of heavenly beacons, light up the darkest of skies.

I am in awe under that endless sea above me, but a speck in all creation. God’s still, small voice is clear. Come to Me in prayer. I am waiting for you.

Almost daily I learn someone has lost a loved one to disease or an unexpected tragedy, or has lost their job, their house, and their hope. I think it is pretty much the same worldwide at an increasing rate.

Lately I’ve been thinking about something my teaching director at Community Bible Study said decades ago. “Weigh whatever it is by this one measure ~ What is the eternal value?”

It is that simple.

My priorities are easy to balance under a starry night.

During the course of the day I am distracted by honorable things, work ~ I love to write.  I like to clean my home, water my plants, walk my dogs, swim laps in a pool, do volunteer work, go to church…

To pray without ceasing, to weigh the eternal value, wishing upon a star is not time wisely spent for me. But to pray to the One who created the stars, to Praise Him in the beauty of His holiness, to make the time he gives me a gift I give back to Him ~ lets the speck of light within me break through surrounding darkness.

How brilliant the starry specks must light up the earth when the Creator gazes down from the heavenly stars to breathe in the incense of our prayers.

* Quote from Karen Burrell of the Sacramento Community Bible Study* Late 1990’s.

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