Thursday, June 4, 2009
breaking the cycle
Monday, April 27, 2009
identity
Monday, March 16, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Patience
Monday, March 9, 2009
Answered prayers
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Lightning, Wedding Dresses, Photosynthesis
And even though this entry is soo fragmented and took hours to churn out, Lord I am sososo thankful that You know my heart. And Lord even if no one understands what I'm saying, I know You see my spirit dancing and celebrating. Help me remember Your Goodness.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Walter A. Haas School of Business
Friday, February 6, 2009
Desires of my heart
Happy Birthday James
Another dinner. Another night.
Another evening spent at the Ghetto.
I was worried because I hadn't seen him this past week at Clinic. I'd been walking by the Ghetto more often, but I still hadn't been able to catch a glimpse of his familiar face. Maybe he's at his girlfriend's. She's been going through some rough times.
There was a stack of crates, but no one there.
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Mandarin House. My first time there.
We had a good meal. Spirit was with us, Hand on us, just like we had asked before the meal.
Basketball. Suitcase. Friends.
It had been a long day, a long week in general. I had been feeling so exhausted, so drained. So contrary to the vision of Life I had at Jan Time retreat.
A man walks in carrying a dollar bill.
Do you have a dollar for me? Just one. Please.
Sorry. I lost my wallet today. - Legitimate.
I don't have one, sorry. - That was a lie.
The man walks to the cashier. The lady quickly shoos him out.
He wanders to the next restaurant outside.
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I usually don't give people money. It makes them dependent on others.
I like to talk with them. Or give them food.
The encounter quickly slips from my mind.
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Half of my Szechuan Chicken left over.
I asked the lady cleaning the table next to us for a box.
Scooped the rice in and laid the chicken on top. Lunch for Friday. Box was packed to the brim.
I could give it to that man who just walked out!
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I stepped outside and looked both ways frantically. I peered through the windows of each restaurant. No sign.
I made my way out onto Durant to see if he was there.
He wasn't. And instead, there was another man sitting in his place.
Have you had dinner yet? I motioned to my takeout box.
Yes I would like to have it. He reaches for the bag - he had misheard me.
Thank you so much - God bless. Do either of you guys believe in Christ?
A firm Yes echoed in unison.
Can you pray for me? Today's mah birthday. Can you pray over me? It's mah birthday.
And then we laid our hands on him.
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Your love is beautiful
We praised Him for the way He had made him.
We praised Him for his continued hope and joy.
We praised Him for the goodness that He has in store for him.
We prayed that the Spirit would be upon him wherever he goes.
We prayed that he would be reminded that He shed His Blood for him. That He loves him.
We prayed a blessing over his special day and for every day thereafter.
I was caught offguard. So caught offguard I barely remembered to ask the Spirit to give me words to speak. I was ashamed, embarrassed, even a bit frustrated that words did not flow out freely. But it's okay because the other one of us had so relied on the Spirit and prayed earnestly.
It's the reason why I sing.
Another snippet of His heart. Another snap shot.
Another glimpse through the curtains to see His brilliance.
Another time my heart broke like His.
Another time my lips spoke His words.
Another time my cheeks smiled His smile.
Another time He revealed Himself.
Another time His presence was made known.
Another time to worship His goodness, His grace and His love.
All around the world, let the praise begin.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
The man on the crate
Sunday, January 11, 2009
resolution
Today, Pastor Chris Yen preached at Chinese for Christ Church - CFCC Hayward - about the temptations of the world from 1 John.
- The cravings of sinful man -the preoccupation with our physical needs. His visit to Las Vegas embodied his realizations - how we are a culture consumed with living in excess, with glam and over-the-top glitz.
- The lust of his eyes -cravings and accumulation of material things. We try to fill our emptiness with stuff - how they are a temporary satisfaction, the way tylenol temporarily solves our headaches.
- Boasting of what he has and does - obsession with our non-existent status and pride. We flirt our way into acceptance by this world by putting up an image and facade of success.
==> They were the same three temptations used by Satan on Eve and Jesus.
When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. Genesis 3:6
If you are the Son of God, tell these stones to become bread. If you are the Son of God, throw yourself down. For it is written: "He will command his angels concerning you, and they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone." The devil took him to a very high mountain, and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their splendor. "All this I will give you, if you will bow down and worship me." Matthew 4: 3, 6, 8-9
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Is this why my semester was so miserable?
I am disappointed in the ways that I have despised myself - a daughter of God, a creation perfect in His eyes. I haven't clutched onto His word or clung onto His voice in the last 16 weeks. I hadn't believed in Him - hadn't trusted that He could provide.
What you love is proof of who you love.
I miserably spent an entire semester trying to weave together a facade of intimacy with God when I could not have been more far from it. I was obsessed with putting up this front of "busyness" to justify my lack of investment in relationships. I was a control freak. I wasn't able to give up anything for God - I hung onto my grades, my Haas app, my term papers, even clothes and food. Yes He delivered me so faithfully through my trials, but they did nothing to challenge my understanding of Him, my understanding of His world, my understanding of myself. I am so ashamed to even admit how much time I've spent on Facebook looking at other people's profiles and pictures, envying their lives, envying their image of success and happiness through the world's eyes.
Going to CFCC Hayward the past few weeks reminded me the goodness of fellowship. I got to experience a taste of relationships that were sooo grounded in Him. I was able to witness brothers and sisters basking in His glory, together. The first time I set foot in the church was at my brother's baptism last year. All I remember thinking was - I really want to get plugged into this community. The world and His creation was meant to be so simple, elegant and beautiful - perfect relationship and intimate fellowship with Him 24/7.
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Ambition.
I remember the ways I used to come up with long bullet point lists of resolution in high school: to up my gpa, to lose weight, to get better in badminton, to get more involved with Interact. I had all these specific little aspects of my life that I wanted to improve.
But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Matthew 6:33
So that will be a resolution this year - to let go of a little control, to trust in His plan, to steward the possessions and talents and passions He has gifted me. All of this in order to restore my relationships and experience intimate fellowship with Him. Nothing tangible about grades, relationships, boys, finances, time management.
I will trust in the skill set He's given me and do my best.
Because He is sovereign.
Because He is pleased.
Because He's got my back.
Because His Will and Kingdom will carry on.
Because He loves me.
And because I want to be able to scream back at the top of my lungs that I love Him too.
