Ok…So for Christmas, Perze bought me a book, serving as the biography for Dietrich Bonhoeffer, a German theologian, pastor, and conspirator to assassinate Hitler. His life changed the general negative perception the world held over Germans and its clergy. Not only through activism was he made famous, but later through his books and journal entries, esp. delving into the necessity to define cheap grace vs. costly grace. As I got into the book, I felt a strong attraction to know his life, his work. An uncanny twist happened when I was visiting the RZIM website, reading the recommendation list for Ravi’s School of Apologetics, when I noticed Bonhoeffer’s book "Meditating On the Word," further enticing my desire to read his works. I even watched the documentary based on his life, that was (again uncanny) showing on TV. As weeks passed on, I started to have this incredible sense, a feeling, that I was familiar with Bonhoeffer…he looked so familiar, so likeable, so jovial, personable, like I’ve met him before, almost like we’ve had some "connection" before. I honestly couldn’t understand why I liked him, amidst all his other worthy admirable accomplishments and character. Then, tonight, I realized why. Meet my […]
They played in the snow today while I shoveled snow. I let them play but I didn’t play with them. There’s a saddening difference that guilts me tonight. So everyday, despite being with them sometimes, the busyness of everything else that needs to be done, even despite chores including them, distract me from really being with them. So I make time to spend quality time with each of them, esp. in wonder, in laughter, and in embrace. I make sure they listen to music everyday, making sure I switch the genres. Even tonight, as Emma slept, Zi composed original songs, mainly singing people’s names, inserting the word "cry" and "night night." She also sang "Hey Delilah" along towards the end when she could actually pronounce the words. She’s amazing. Zi, at 20 months, can really speak in phrases now. Still a year old and her speech continues to boom, and surprise me everyday, saying words that I don’t even consciously try to teach her. Just today, as we were descending the stairs, she said, "I love you…..too."
so after almost 2 hours of shoveling so our car can get in and out, I am now ready for the swimsuit competition. Tags: snow, blurb
Out of curiosity, I tried making a moustache necklace made out of black faceted beads. Don’t worry, my curiosity ends there. I doubt any time soon, will I try making a unibrow necklace.
Last night, I reviewed Emma with the previous night’s Bible lesson on a chapter from Proverbs and one from Psalms. She was able to recall the lesson about listening to her mother and father’s instructions. She remembered that it will give her a "crown of grace" and "honor." I was so proud of her. She asked for another reading but it was already late. Then I asked her if she remembered what city Jesus was crucified. She couldn’t really remember so I clued her with the first letter- "C." She quickly replied, "California!"
when I think of snow, I remember seven years ago when I looked down from my window and saw footprints in the snow outside my house in the shape of a heart. I found the blog I posted from xanga.=================================================== pre-marriage days. i was still pretty bummed out about something, and perze came over and assured me that God was in control. He called me after he left that night telling me about how he was listening to the christian radio and it really spoke to him. he shared hab.3:2 with me and it became one of our relationship verses. he also told me to look out the window where he left this…he left me a message for everyone to see…it was also a sweet reminder.
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