2 more days to NYC Marathon

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat.
“I don’t much care where -” said Alice.
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat.
From Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

My sister asked me over MSN last night (EST) if I knew anyone in Jakarta. Immediately, I sensed something was wrong and asked her what had happened. Mount Merapi erupted again and they were on standby. This morning, I woke up and saw her FB msg, they were ready to leave.

They had no car and had to buy one in this time of emergency. I could imagine the great anxiety and trepidation that gripped them. They had stayed awake to be on standby the night before and now had to do a 12-hour ride to Jakarta. I’m sure the road conditions were bad. When it was in its normalcy, roads were bumpy and badly lit. Now, with people on the road, all frantic and fleeing, I’m sure it would not be any better.

When you are in danger, anywhere will do as long as you escape to a safe place. I hope they will make it to Jakarta though, safely.

It’s a great reminder again that humans are fragile and no matter how mighty you are, when you are at the mercy of such calamities, you could only cry out to the One who can save you. I’m praying that they will be protected from all harm.

Nothing is more important than lives.

I’ve decided to run this coming marathon with the people who are suffering on this earth in mind; I’ll be praying for them. I can’t do much here but I do know the power of prayer. A lofty thought you may say. On the contrary, I was humbled, greatly. I had more time now to read and realised that there are millions of people who are not so privileged as we are. I know all along there were people who need help but in my busyness, I had been oblivious to what is happening around the world.

In the last preparation of the long run, emotions are high. I remember my last marathon when I wrote this post. I was overwhelmed by feelings because I know I would be attempting a feat that is not easy. This time round, there is a different focus. I would be running the race with the people who are dear to me (…and those I have read about) in my mind. I’m lifting each one of them in prayers.

And I will still run the race, in the literal and metaphorical sense, and I seek to finish it well.

“…let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.” Heb 12:1

Potato gratin (pommes dauphinois)

It’s Friday! And it’s French Fridays with Dorie!
I have decided to bake the potato gratin (pg. 360) again and see if I could improve this time round. It would also be a good carbo-loading food for the coming marathon.

Even as I was preparing this dish, my heart was heavy. My sister and her family were fleeing their home in Yogjakarta as Mount Merapi erupted again. Here I was, cooking in safety and there they were, trying to get away, as far as possible, with a toddler in tow. Oh, dear Lord, have mercy on them!