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About Me

I'm still trying to figure myself out. Luckily my Wonderful Maker has a user's manual for my life. Or else I would be dreadfully and hopelessly lost.

Psalm 27:13-14

I am still confident of this:
I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.


Previous Posts

Experiencing Awakening at Passion 2010
Christmas Cheer
Santa drinks skim milk at our house
there's no place like home
a somber truth about Facebook
Why is Song of Songs even in the Bible?
Hillsong
Mommy's Pond's Dry Skin Cream
the Christmas spirit
Finishing


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Gift!

Jesus loves you! :)

Showing Mom What A Blog Does
Friday, January 8, 2010

We're watching Julie&Julia and she kept asking what exactly a blog is. :)




[later edit]
I absolutely love my mother. She is just the most adorable woman in the world.
I remember her coming home after her swing-shift at the hospital from 4-11PM on Friday night. We'd agreed to finish Julie&Julia that evening after she got home from work, but I'd fallen asleep in my bed by the time she came into my room at midnight, tiptoeing carefully over my little brother sleeping on his sleeping bag on the floor next to my bed.


I guess for some reason she's been having insomnia lately, but her coming in woke me up, and she whispered, "Jiajia, didn't you say you were going to wait for me? (嘉嘉,你不是说要等我吗?)" Touched and slightly guilt-tripped by this, I crawled out of bed, grabbed my laptop, and set up in my little sister's room down the hall. When I peeked my head into the master bedroom, my dad was sitting up awake in their king-size bed, obviously grumpy about my mom's midnight interruption. My mom was getting ready, and when she saw my groggy face peeking in, she grinned and did a dramatic two-thumbs up. I guffawed.


It's moments like these that make me the most bewildered about my mother, but it's also moments like these that I'll miss the most. 

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