“If God answered all of your prayers last week, how many new believers entered the Kingdom of God?” -Pastor J.D. Greear

I need more reminders of what we were called to do and the power of prayer. 

I wish I had all the time in the world.

It hit me today that I forgot. I forgot that I got a phone call from my dad while I was studying and I remember I kept repeating: Explain that to me again. What do you mean he didn’t make it…

I forget that as I get older so does everybody else. My parents are much older than most of my friend’s parents. When I think about all that they’ve done for me, I can’t imagine losing either one of them. I can’t imagine not having them both in my life and yet I keep forgetting to thank God every day that they’re still doing well. 

My parents made sure that I got the best education, the best doctors when I was sick, and pretty much the best of all things. It wasn’t easy for them. My dad worked hard but made sure he was home in time so that we could have dinner as a family. My parents sacrificed buying nice things for themselves so that I could have violin lessons and the nice clothes that other people had. I sound like a spoiled only child right? I never demanded my parents for it, instead, they did it out of love because they wanted to see me happy and wanted me to have the best of everything.

I think about when times were hard for my family and when my dad had to make the choice to leave Oregon for his new job. I remember selfishly crying and saying you can’t make me leave Oregon in the middle of high school just because you found a new job elsewhere. My dad lived alone for awhile, traveling for business, while my mom and I stayed in Oregon so that I could finish high school with my friends. It was a financial burden for them and an extremely hard decision, but they did it for me. 

Lately, I’ve been wondering how I can repay them. I wish I had all the time in the world so I could repay them for all the things they did for me, but I don’t. As I remember that phone call from my dad a few years ago around this time, I can’t help but think what if I get that phone call letting me know that it’s too late. 

I rarely write in tumblr, but I felt like writing this post so that I could read this on days where things aren’t going right like today and remember that I’m lucky. I’m lucky to have two parents who love me and call/e-mail me each day to remind me that they love me. They may not always say it during these calls and e-mails, but their constant worrying is enough for me. 

Christmas Morning

Even though we stopped having a Christmas tree and presents around it since elementary school, I still wake up EXTREMELY early on Christmas Day. This morning I woke up excited to see presents on my nightstand. However, the wrapping paper and the oddly wrapped shape on top was a little too familiar. I realized those were my parents’ presents that I had wrapped the night before and put on the table next to me so my dad wouldn’t be able to see it. gg…

one of my favorite Christmas presents: my white teddy bear that I used to carry around me with me everywhere (who am I kidding, I still carry it around)

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!

MV

When I study I like to have a korean drama or some sort of tv show playing in the background. There was this asian girl across from me who was watching a racy MV and I was thinking “oh how scandalous! how can she watch this in such a public place??”

A few minutes later I was listening to a new MV that came out and while my computer was buffering for a good minute or two at barnes and noble it was frozen on a close up of a girl’s chest. I guess they were trying to be artistic and zoom out from this girl, but it just happened to be stuck on the screen. I only looked up because there was such a long pause and did a double take. I felt so taboo and started to look at the people around me through my periphs without trying to make it obvious that I was looking to see if anyone caught me. how embarassing when I caught a person at a table nearby staring at my screen. and of course he had to look up and meet my eye when I was trying to figure out if he was staring off into space or my computer screen.

rhythm

i LOVE football!

-ANYWAYS-

Today I ran into Derrick. Actually I ran into his knee and somehow I guess his knee is really strong?? I was limping across a crosswalk and I didn’t notice that I was limping perfectly to music coming from a car window that was open. The guy shouts out…”GIRL..you got rhythm!” I, embarassed, quickly tried to limp/scurry along.

So the lesson for today: Only when I’m hurt do I have rhythm. I cannot stay on beat when clapping at church. I ALWAYS end up on the offbeat. and people wonder how there’s always claps on an offbeat….THAT’S ME! Maybe I just need to injure my hand or something.

Laundry room,Utility room…Bedroom?

Friday, a coworker and I talked and he realized that he…WAIT FOR IT…lived in the laundry room. He’s been living in this apt for several months and when he moved his bed, he noticed washer/dryer hook ups. Then he drew an outline of his room and described his bedroom:

1) His room is the only room besides the kitchen without carpet.

2) He has two hookups which resemble washer/dryer hookups.

3) His room has two doors.

4) There’s a sink in there but no bathroom.

5) There’s no closet, just a bar lining part of the wall (much like a bar you would hang clothes up if they’re wet)

I kindly pointed out that he lived in the laundry room. His only comment was “I think I need to talk to my roommates”

He reported back today that they convinced him he didn’t live in a laundry room. So somehow with the list of clues that make it obvious that he lives in a laundry room, his roommates convinced him otherwise. and you guys say I have no common sense….

a good cry-Confession 4

Is it weird…but sometimes…it’s SO refreshing to have a good cry.