Five Favorites (Vol. 7)

Five Favorite Photos from this Fourth of July Weekend with my Family.  I’m really glad I got to spend time with my Dad again.  Can’t wait to see him when he comes back in September (God willing)!

1. SFO

 Self-um-father-daughter-ie!  Even though this photo was snapped at 2 in the morning last Friday, we’re all SMILES =D

 

2. Happy Belated Birthday

My aunt ordered a cheesecake, my Dad’s favorite, from Junior’s.  Ten candles just for fun and making-wishes-sake!

 

3. Opera at the Ballpark

My Dad happens to really love the opera, so we went to AT&T Park on Saturday to watch Verdi’s La Traviata.  My brothers and I like garlic fries – yum!

 

4. Sunday Brunch

After church, we headed to Lake Chalet near Lake Merritt in Oakland for brunch.  It was a beautiful, sunny day and the food was great!

 

5. Fortunes

We had Chinese food for dinner on Sunday, but my mom and brothers didn’t want their fortune cookies so my Dad and I split them.  My two fortunes are on the left; his are on the right – he got the same exact ones!

Blessed

 

I’ve been going through Genesis these past few days, and last night I got to Sarah’s death in Genesis 23. I won’t get into my feelings on Abraham marrying Keturah just two chapters later, and having 6 more kiddos… yup, I’m sure I’ll share that never and just generally keep my fingers away from the keyboard as far as those events are concerned. I’m probably just being weird about it anyway.

Anywho, in this chapter, Abraham goes to the Hittites in order to obtain property that he can use as a burial place for his deceased wife, Sarah. He specifically singles out “the cave of Machpelah,” owned by “Ephron the son of Zohar,” and offers “the full price” for it (Gen. 23:8-9). Ephron, however, counters by offering to simply give Abraham the field (Gen. 23:11). Abraham instead bows down before them and says this to Ephron:

“But if you will, hear me: I give the price of the field. Accept it from me, that I may bury my dead there” (Gen. 23:13).

Ephron then tells him the price, four hundred shekels of silver, which Abraham weighs out and gives him for Machpelah (Gen. 23:14-16).

I don’t know about you, but I normally don’t argue with people when they tell me to pay less than full price for something. And to be honest, I felt a little incensed at Abraham’s insistence on paying the full amount and being fair in that way. Is that strange? Yes, I think so, but that doesn’t change the fact that I still felt that way, and I remember muttering to myself that it would be easy for a man so obviously blessed by God in every single way to be so generous, so magnanimous. I contrasted my family’s financial struggles and began to feel pretty embittered. Yeah, I could give like that, too, if God had blessed me as abundantly as He blessed Abraham.

And just as those words left my mouth under my breath, Ephesians 1:3-4 popped into my head:

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places, even as He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and blameless before Him.”

My aforementioned thoughts should give you an idea of just how “holy” I am. Please don’t think that I’m someone who has all the right Scripture at all the right times out of my own effort. Nope. My home group just finished our study of Ephesians and I am 100% positive that the Holy Spirit brought that up for me because, well, I’m not one who actively seeks to have her heart and motives checked. And I am equally certain that God spoke and said something along the lines of, “Iona, I have abundantly blessed you, but it is you who doesn’t truly value the blessing of being in Christ for what it really is, and as it should be.”

And He’s right. He is so, so right. I do truly equate blessing with financial prosperity. And because that’s not something I have right now, I naturally don’t feel so “blessed,” and I’m being eaten alive by my discontent over my perceived lack, my anger at God for His failure to provide and His clear favoritism of others, and my jealousy at what others have.

The picture you see above is of the damage sustained by my car after my mom backed her car into it upon her return from working a graveyard shift.  This happened about 3 weeks ago, but I’ve been stewing over it ever since, to the point where I have been very cold to her when we’re both at home.  It’s so bad, and I know it’s because I’m choosing to let it be this way.  I’m choosing to allow myself to be angry at the money I’m shelling out for a rental car, the deductible to get this fixed, the time it has taken to orchestrate everything.  There were other repairs I was planning on getting done, but I don’t think my paycheck can sustain all these things at once, which means I’m forced to push the repairs back.

All in all, I am feeling things get tight financially and I am absolutely not Father I-Will-Pay-Full-Price-For-That Abraham.  But no matter how tight things might get financially and otherwise, I need to remember that I am blessed in Christ because He died for my sins, even the ones I have committed in my unrighteous anger over this accident, and God looks upon me as having Christ’s righteousness.  And when I die, and all these things I allow myself to get caught up in concerning this present world are long forgotten, I will be in Heaven with my God for all eternity.

I.  AM.  BLESSED.

As I meditated more upon this foundational, eternal truth this morning, Psalm 32 came to mind:

Blessed is the one whose transgression is forgiven,
    whose sin is covered.
Blessed is the man against whom the Lord counts no iniquity,
    and in whose spirit there is no deceit.

For when I kept silent, my bones wasted away
    through my groaning all day long.
For day and night your hand was heavy upon me;
    my strength was dried up as by the heat of summer. Selah

I acknowledged my sin to you,
    and I did not cover my iniquity;
I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the Lord,”
    and you forgave the iniquity of my sin. Selah

Therefore let everyone who is godly
    offer prayer to you at a time when you may be found;
surely in the rush of great waters,
    they shall not reach him.
You are a hiding place for me;
    you preserve me from trouble;
    you surround me with shouts of deliverance. Selah

I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go;
    I will counsel you with my eye upon you.
Be not like a horse or a mule, without understanding,
    which must be curbed with bit and bridle,
    or it will not stay near you.

Many are the sorrows of the wicked,
    but steadfast love surrounds the one who trusts in the Lord.
Be glad in the Lord, and rejoice, O righteous,
    and shout for joy, all you upright in heart!”

The  blessing in Christ, of being forgiven for ALL MY iniquity is a blessing that can never be taken away.  However, if my actions are any indication, such a blessing can be taken for granted.  The blessing itself does not change, but I can change in my appreciation of it.  It is done at my own peril, though, and at the high cost of my full joy and peace in the Lord.

But I thank God for His reminder last night, and for piercing the thick miasma of anxiety and bitterness that I’ve been choking on with His truth.  

I.  AM.  BLESSED.

And if you know Christ, no matter what you are going through, YOU are blessed, too.

“Let now the weak say I have strength
By the spirit of power that raised Christ from the dead
Let now the poor stand and confess
That my portion is Him and I’m more than blessed

That They Might Laugh

On Sunday, March 30th, I dropped my Dad off at Mineta San Jose International Airport.  My Mom, two younger brothers, and I knew that he was headed off to Chicago for what could be up to a full year contract.  However, as of that moment, we didn’t know if we’d have the opportunity to really see him much in the interim.  Money would be extremely tight since not only would my dad continue to have to pay rent for the house we live in in California, but he’d be paying for all of his expenses out in Chicago as well.  Any extra funds for a plane ticket would more than likely have to be saved up for times when he’d be able to fly out for a possible job interview back here in the Bay Area; there was no wiggle room for a purely leisurely trip back just that we could see one another.  Strained financial circumstances pushed such a thing into the realm of the “superfluous.”  

What a painful reality.  April came and went.  My brothers’ Spring Break actually started the Monday right after our dad left.  When we went out for their first all-you-can-eat Korean BBQ experience, I felt a twinge of sadness as I realized that I couldn’t necessarily call this our first family outing for KBBQ.  I know we all wished that he was there to enjoy that experience with us, and it would have been a great first experience for him, too.  Instead, I’d learn that it was just one of many things that would be added to an ever-growing mental “When Dad Gets Back” list.  A few weeks later, we celebrated Ash Wednesday, Holy Thursday, Good Friday, and then the resurrection of our Savior, Jesus Christ, on our first Easter Sunday without him around.  

May was a lot toughe1781051_10202744129458591_4525321226863162366_or, though.  My mom’s first birthday without him.  My mom’s first Mother’s day without him.  How can there be people who believe that human beings are replaceable, expendable?  While my brothers and I are great when we’re her children, try as we might, we don’t even begin to touch my Dad’s place as her husband and the father of her children.  Sitting with your own pain seems so, so easy compared to having to watch someone you love in pain when every effort on  your part does nothing to relieve it.

June, I suppose, was no easier, really.  Our Father’s Day greetings were given by phone and by snail mail card with chocolate (Dad’s favorite).  The older of my two younger brothers became one year older, and the younger of the two graduated from middle school.  

So many milestone events missed in just a few months.

We looked ahead to July and realized that our birthday greetings to him would have to follow the pattern laid out on Father’s Day.  And then a Dad-less summer?  In August, both brothers in high school.  Both on the football team.  Would he miss all of their games, too?

But then there was word of a plane ticket booked.  

“Dad, did you land an interview?”  

“No, but I miss my family.”

photo (1)

So tonight, I get to pick my Dad up from SFO, and next Monday, I’ll be dropping him off at SFO.  But we’re not there yet, so I will dwell on “hello” and not “goodbye (for now).” 

I’m still in Genesis right now, and while the story of Abraham and Sarah’s struggle to conceive is not new to me, certain lines in these 3 passages stood out afresh:

“And God said to Abraham, ‘As for Sarai  your wife, you shall not call her name Sarai, but Sarah shall be her name.  I will bless her, and moreover, I will give you a son by her.  I will bless her, and she shall  become nations; kings of peoples shall come from her.’  Then Abraham fell on his face and laughed and said to himself, ‘Shall a child be born to a man who is a hundred years old?  Shall Sarah, who is ninety years old, bear a child?” (Genesis 17:15-17).

“The Lord said, ‘I will return to you about this time next year, and Sarah your wife shall have a son.’  And Sarah was listening at the tend door behind him.  Now Abraham and Sarah were old, advanced in years.  The way of women had ceased to be with Sarah.  So Sarah laughed to herself, saying, ‘After I am worn out, and my lord is old, shall I have pleasure?” (Genesis 18:10-12).

“The Lord visited Sarah as He had said, and the Lord did to Sarah as He had promised.  And Sarah conceived and bore Abraham a son in his old age at the time of which God had spoken to him.  Abraham called the name of his son who was born to him, whom Sarah bore him, Isaac.  And Abraham circumcised his son Isaac when he was eight days old, as God had commanded him.  Abraham was a hundred years old when his son Isaac was born to him.  And Sarah said, ‘God has made laughter for me; everyone who hears will laugh over me.‘  And she said, ‘Who would have said to Abraham that Sarah would nurse children?  Yet I have borne him a son in his old age” (Genesis 21:1-7).

Abraham fell on his face and laughed.  Sarah laughed to herself.  Incredulous laughter at the thought of having a child in their old age, when they were so advanced in years.  Sarah questioned if, “after [she was] worn out, and [her] lord [was] old, shall [she] have pleasure?”  She thought herself too old for a child, too old for the possibility of such happiness.

But God did not laugh.

“The Lord said to Abraham, ‘Why did Sarah laugh and say, ‘Shall I indeed bear a child, not that I am old?’  Is anything too hard for the Lord?  At the appointed time I will return to you, about this time next year, and Sarah shall have a son.'” (Genesis 18:13-14).

And in God’s timing, she did.

Isaac is a Hebrew name meaning “he laughs” or “laughter.”

When I think about the immense hurt both of my parents are carrying right now, and then I think about the possibility of things being alright between them, I laugh.  Incredulous laughter.  Laughter ladened with so much pain, 1 part of longing strongly diluted and overwhelmed by 3 parts bitter disbelief that it will ever happen.  And when I drink this concoction I feel it burn my throat and churn my stomach.  Under its sway, utterly intoxicated, I despair.  I refuse to pray for what my heart still can’t seem to stop piercing itself over in the wanting – for my parents’ marriage to be redeemed and made to bring glory to our God.  I want it so badly for them, but the delay, the time passing… the potential seems to fade ever more.

But is anything too hard for my Lord?

No.  I don’t believe so.

And so I pray, Father, that they, the parents whom you have given me, might yet laugh and love.

Five Favorites (Vol. 6)

 

For this edition of Five Favorites, I decided to take a look through the little makeup bag that I carry with me in my purse.

1. Tide-to-Go Pen

Tide-to-Go Pen

Tide-to-Go Pen

No, I do not use this on my face.  🙂  I do, however, think that this is one of those “better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it” products.  I’m serious.  Last December, I borrowed a dress, from one of the high schoolers in the Youth Fellowship, to wear to the wedding of a couple in my home group.  I’m still serious.  During cocktail hour, a friend standing across from me accidentally dropped a small cup containing an hors d’oeuvre on the ground.  And it happened to be the kind with lots of marinara sauce in it.  I looked down and could see an arc of red splotches from the hem of my full length dress up to around my knees.  My friend was mortified, but I assured her that it was alright because I had come armed with my Tide-to-Go pen!  I excused myself and went to the restroom.  After 5 minutes of blotting out the stains with the pen, I returned to the group with a dress as good as new!

 

2. Bobbi Brown Pot Rouge

BB Pot Rouge in Rose

BB Pot Rouge in Rose

I don’t like carrying a lot of different products around with me during the day, so I really value multipurpose makeup like Bobbi Brown’s Pot Rouge for Lips & Cheeks.  I’m currently using it in Rose, a great matte shade, but there are many others to choose from.  It is a pricier blush, but a little goes a long way in terms of color and staying power.  I wear it almost every day, and I’m still working through one that I bought at the end of 2012!

 

3. Avon Ultra Luxury Brow Liner

AVON Ultra Luxury Brow Liner

AVON Ultra Luxury Brow Liner

Back in middle school, I knew a couple of female classmates whose older siblings were AVON representatives while they themselves were meetmark reps.  I used to enjoy poring through their ever-changing brochures, looking at all of the different types of makeup and the various shades that they would come in.  AVON has an Ultra Luxury Brow Liner and Eye Liner, but I like to use the Soft Black Brow Liner for both my brows and as an eye liner (even the softest black shade of their eye liner is wayyy too harsh for my brows).  It does smudge a little, so I have to remember not to rub my eyes, lol, but it gets points for gliding on so smoothly and quickly. Perfect for creating the cat eye look!

 

4. Burt’s Bees Replenishing Lip Balm w/ Pomegranate Oil

Burt's Bees Replenishing Lip Balm w/ Pomegranate Oil

Burt’s Bees Replenishing Lip Balm w/ Pomegranate Oil

I love the original Burt’s Bees lip balm, too, but for those of you who aren’t too thrilled with the mintiness and want just a hint of color, this is the right BB balm for you!

 

5. Boscia Green Tea Blotting Linens

 

 

Boscia Green Tea Blotting Linens

Boscia Green Tea Blotting Linens

I was a high school freshman the first time I stepped into a Sephora store, and this is the very first thing I ever purchased from there.  It was the only thing I could really rationalize spending money on, lol, since I figured that paying 10 cents per blotting linen wasn’t really all that bad.  My skin can get kinda oily a couple of hours after I apply makeup and get into my day, but one little linen easily takes care of the oil and shine for the rest of the day.  Highly recommended!

The Dinner That Almost Wasn’t

Little Bro #1

Little Bro #1

 

You see that cool teenager up there?  He is one of my two (not so) little (anymore) brothers.  That photo was taken a few Saturdays ago at the closest Chipotle to our house.  Do you know what he was up to from 8 am until 1 pm earlier that same day?  Why, the Scholastic Aptitude Test (SAT).  Poor guy.

A few weeks prior to that, I told him that I would take him out for lunch after his test at whatever place he wanted.  He suggested Chipotle because it’s his favorite, and I agreed to it, marking it down on my Google calendar.  However, in the days that followed, I must have mentally gone back and forth on that decision about 20-30 times.

Every time I told him to study, and he told me “later” because he wanted to rest, or just flat out refused, I wanted to reneg on going to Chipotle.

Every time he didn’t help with the dishes or folding laundry, I wanted to reneg on going to Chipotle.

Every time I heard him blasting a song on his iPad that I didn’t approve of, I wanted to reneg on going to Chipotle.

Every time my eyes fell upon some new dress in a shop window, and I thought about how I could expand my personal purchases if I just stopped buying things for others, I wanted to reneg on going to Chipotle.

I know… I’m pretty twisted, right?

A couple months ago I checked out a study on Romans by John Stott from my local public library.  I had been praying about going over a book of the Bible with the junior high students on Friday nights, and it came down to either Genesis or Romans.  I was leaning towards Romans because of just how much it really goes into the Gospel, but I also like the foundation that gets laid in Genesis (literally and figuratively, har har).

At the very back of the study booklet is a section on “Guidelines for Leaders,” and the very first point under the subsection on “Preparing for the Study,” was this little nugget:

Guidelines for Leaders

Preparing for the Study

1. Ask God to help you understand and apply the passage in your own life.  Unless this happens, you will not be prepared to lead others.  Pray too for the various members of the group.  Ask God to open your hearts to the message of his Word and motivate you to action.

One of the biggest reasons I turned away from my Christian upbringing in high school was precisely because I felt like most of the Christian adults in my life, as well as the youth my own age, “talked the talk” without “walking the walk.”  (Note: Of course I now realize that I was even more misguided.  Not only did I not talk or walk, but in my scathing judgement of those around me, I was failing in Jesus’s command to not judge others, but instead to examine myself and make sure that I allowed Him to help me deal with all of my issues – Matthew 7:1-5).  And yet, it’s still so easy for me when I lead studies, to just let verses concerning God’s commands just fly out of my mouth at other people with the intent of having them learn something.  What I always seem to fail to realize is that God desires that apply those very things to my life first, to struggle in my obedience, to attempt to persevere, and then to come humbly before others with the same passage and lots of love and compassion for the difficulty of what God calls us to do, but encouragement as a sister in Christ who is in this struggle with them.

I’m thankful for Stott’s wisdom in pointing that out very clearly in his guidelines because it’s so important to remember.  As James 1:22-25 says:

“But be doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving yourselves.  For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks intently at his natural face in a mirror.  For he looks at himself and goes away and at once forgets what he was life.  But the one who looks into the perfect law, the law of liberty, and perseveres, being no hearer who forgets but a doer who acts, he will be blessed in his doing.”

Not just hearers, not just talkers, but doers.

Last Sunday, the lesson in The Little Oak Grove was on “Barnabus Shares” (Acts 4:32-37).  Here was the Teacher Challenge:

Barnabus Shares

Two lines in particular stood out to me:

1) The new believers in the Early Church shared because of their abandon to God…

2) But remember God’s generosity toward you.

When I first read over the passage, I was honestly a little nervous about coming in to teach the Pre-K kids because, well, 99.999999% of the micro-fires that break out on any Sunday morning concern situations where “_____ won’t share wit meeeee!”  I could just imagine going through the story, admonishing them to share with one another, and either being met with blank stares or resounding no’s.  

I remember waking up that Sunday morning a little panicked, but I just prayed that if I had concerns about just talking about the act of sharing itself, that I be able to get across the reason why we are to share, the motivation behind the action.  It was a bit halfhearted because I still have this funny doubt that God really cares about me and all the little details of my whole little life, but as I made my bed and placed my gigantic Hello Kitty pillow in the middle… Aha!  I grabbed HK and once I got to the classroom, I took up a little baby doll, too.  

After I went through the story of Barnabus found in the illustrated children’s Bible, I held up my pillow and asked if anyone knew who it was.  Almost all of the girls, and a few of the boys, screamed, “Hello Kittyyy!”  I affirmed their answer and talked about how much I really liked Hello Kitty.  I admitted, though, that I often have a bad, selfish attitude about it.  At that point, I clutched the pillow and made a mean face as I said, “This is my Hello Kitty!  I don’t want you to touch her!”

Oh boy… most of the kids giggled at my antics, but one little girl frowned back at me, clearly offended.  Oops!

I asked the kids if they liked my attitude and they, of course, said no.  I told them that God didn’t like that kind of attitude either and instead calls us to share; nevertheless, the reason He calls us to share is not just because He “said so,” but because He is so giving and generous to us.  I asked the kids if they remembered what Christmas was all about and they screamed back, “Jesus!”  Absolutely.  I held up the little baby doll and told them that God had given His precious and only son to us.  Easter was not that long ago, so I asked why that day was so important.  There were blank stares, but after some coaxing, they could say that Jesus died on the cross.  Yes.  Jesus in turn, gave up His life for our sins, so that we could be reconciled to God and live eternally in Heaven with Him.  Even though there was nothing worthy about us, even though we sinned against Him, God in His love and overwhelming generosity, shared His Son who shared His life so that we might live.

I’m not sure how much our kiddos grasped out of all of this, but I know that it’s something that the Holy Spirit keeps bringing up to my mind because if the episode I began this post with is any indication, I clearly still haven’t quite grasped it either.  And even when I do, I allow myself to forget God’s generosity to me.  In Romans 8:31-32, Paul writes:

“What then shall we say to these things?  If God is for us, who can be against us?  He who did not spare His own Son but gave Him up for us all, how will He not also with Him  graciously give us all things?

Father, 

I pray that I would always purpose to reflect on The Gospel, that I would never grow cold and ungrateful to Your sacrifice for me, that I would live with abandon to You, and that Your generous love would flow through me to others.  And this, of course, is my prayer for those who are brothers and sisters in Christ, too, so that we might freely give to one another as we have received from You, that needs might be met and the Body strengthened.  And for those who do not yet know You, Lord, I pray that their lives will be touched and transformed by Your abundant love in Christ, that they would experience true freedom in all areas of their lives.

Amen.

Speak Life [Part Two]

Part One: HERE

In blue pen were the words: “Inspired! 1 Thess. 1:3”:

Inspired - 1 Thess. 1:3

Inspired – 1 Thess. 1:3

The sight of something handwritten like that made me smile.  I’ve done bulk mailing before and it can become such a mindless task without any real sentiment or feeling behind it.  And the fact that the same letter is being sent out to so many people, without any personalization except for maybe the name used within and the address printed on the front, can be sterile enough to make the message communicated seem impotent.

I wasn’t familiar with 1 Thess. 1:3 off the top of my head, so I had to look it up.  When I did, my smile just grew:

[…]remembering before our God and Father your work of faith and labor of love and steadfastness of hope in our Lord Jesus Christ.”

Work of faith.  Labor of love.  Steadfastness of hope in our Lord Jesus Christ… before our God and Father.

I’m not sure who took the time to pen that verse onto that letter, but whoever did, I pray that God would continue to inspire that brother or sister to keep sharing encouragement like that.

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Group 3′s Poster – Seed Among Thorns [Mark 4:7 + 4:18-19]

Group 3′s Poster – Seed Among Thorns [Mark 4:7 + 4:18-19]

There are many verses and passages in The Bible that talk about the power of the tongue and how the very words that we speak can either build people up or tear them down emotionally.  One of my favorites is Proverbs 18:20-21:

“From the fruit of a man’s mouth his stomach is satisfied; he is satisfied by the yield of his lips.  Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit.”

I have struggled, and continue to struggle, in this area of life.  I won’t enumerate all of my struggles, at least not in this post anyway, but I do want to touch on one that I believe God impressed upon my heart at the sight of that letter from VOM.  

I benefited greatly from what that person took the time to write down, from them pointing me to the encouragement and edification that is always available in Scripture.

But how often do I allow myself to be used by God to do that for others?  

I always ask God what He wants to say to me when I enter a time of personal Bible study, but what is the frequency with which I ask Him to show me a word of encouragement for others?  

And in circumstances where I do receive words from Him to give to someone else, how often do I succumb to the temptation to withhold those precious words if I am upset with the other person?   

As the Spirit impressed those questions upon my heart last weekend, I was also reminded of Proverbs 3:27-28:

“Do not withhold good from those to whom it is due, when it is in your power to do it.  Do not say to your neighbor, ‘Go, and come again, tomorrow I will give it’-when you have it with you.”

 

Group 4′s Poster – Seed in Good Soil [Mark 4:8-9 + 4:20]

Group 4′s Poster – Seed in Good Soil [Mark 4:8-9 + 4:20]

Yes, indeed.  Where would I be if God had withheld Jesus from me?  Where would I be if Jesus withheld His life from me?  I don’t even want to think about it.  

In prayer, I confessed to God the numerous instances in just that week alone (Holy Week of all weeks!), in which I had selfishly kept back good words from Him to others.  I repented, and I know that this is a real area of struggle that I will need to continue to be aware of in the days to come.  In this week, I have tried to be more open to being a conduit and channel for God’s love through spoken and written words.  I hope that this blog post was part of that for you who are reading.  And I pray that you will also be more sensitive to the moments when you, too can speak words of encouragement and “life” to those around you.

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On a side note, the poster images that adorn this post and the previous one in this “Speak Life” series, were the product of last Friday’s youth fellowship.  I think all of the junior high students did really well considering the fact that I gave them less than half an hour to work on these (they were asked to illustrate the literal and figurative meanings of this particle parable, and then present to the group at large).  Later on, they had some time to reflect and journal on which situation they thought best represented where they were.  

Please partner with me in praying that God would enter their hearts and transform their lives, and that they would be the good soil that bears 30, 60, and even 100-fold.

 

Five Favorites (Vol. 5)

Five Favorites, hosted at MoxieWife.com

1. My New Officemate

Last Tuesday, one of my coworkers came by with the Chun Li Hello Kitty that you see above.  As it turns out, his girlfriend is a fellow HK-lover and she asked a friend of hers to grab that for me at a recent gaming convention.  Such a sweet, generous gesture!  Total solidarity among HK fans!

 

2. Clinique

My boss, G, loves Clinique and will go to Macy’s every so often during lunch to pick something up.  At times, they have special bonus offers going on and she’ll bring back the cute little sample gifts (like what’s pictured above) for me.  I’ve used some of their cleansers and lotions in the past, and I really like how gentle their products are on the skin.  And how bright and cheery their packaging is!

 

3. Easter at The Office

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Last Thursday, I was greeted by a festive basket of assorted candy when I walked into the kitchen on my floor.  After I opened Outlook, I saw the cute email alert pictured above.  I joked with some coworkers about spending most of the day hunting for eggs, but it didn’t actually take that long.  😉

 

[NOTE: So I guess this volume of Five Favorites will be office-related.

That wasn’t my original intent, but I feel inspired now.]

 

4. AM View from the Kitchen

Good Morning, SF!

I know.  Woah.  Back in January, I got to the office at an unheard of 7 AM.  I remember berating myself for not forcing myself to go back for at least another hour of sleep, but watching the sunrise with a hot cup of tea in my hand made it so, so worth it.

 

5. PM View of Downtown SF

Goodnight, SF!

Goodnight, SF!

When I first visited The Office last year, I remember falling head over heels for the views of San Francisco that the huge glass windows on various floors afforded.  After I finished testing, and was escorted to the elevator, I remember saying prayer after prayer for God to open a door for me to work in such a lovely place.  Little did I know, though, that as great as the views still are (they haven’t grown old!), they’re nothing compared to the beauty apparent in the kindness of my boss and coworkers.