fresh start... again

Thank God for the lunar calendar! Get to start all over again...

This is a typical dinner at the Chu's... the other Chu's... :p

Final count:

eight people
eleven "soung" dishes plus one pot of soup
one lecture... and it wasn't even directed to me!
one orange each
optional star fruit
three added pounds (?)

a weeks worth of dinner leftovers...

starting right

Something's shifting.

You know it when you look around and a lot of people are/have going/gone through some mighty heart-wrenching stuff in recent times.

God seems to be sifting through the "flour" so to speak... and seeing what remains. Who will stand? Who will fight? Who will remain?

I feel like I've been through the decontamination chamber. Detoxifying my life. And just last week, I walked around with a limp due to a swimming blunder. Perhaps it's like Jacob. A reminder that I am to rely on His strength and a visible sign of where I've been in and what I've been through.

I can say that God is good. He is still good. Actually He is bettter than I thought.

God hasn't changed. Though life has, my God still hasn't and He won't.

This semester I'm taking some time-out [lessening course load]. Time out for me and my Jesus. Need to cultivate the relationship that matters most--above all else.

Take care of myself, do some fun activities, laugh more, play more, and love Jesus even more.

So call me!

peek a boo, i see you

Can't hide.

I try, but it doesn't work.

Ever try to convince yourself that if you close your eyes tightly, you'll disappear and no one will be able to see you?

I have.

I still do...

Ignore it, and maybe no one will notice?

My "washroom quote" (right-hand panel) has come from one of my texts from last semester. The Cost of Discipleship, by Dietrich Bonhoeffer. "Flight into the invisible is a denial of the call." In psychology, we learn about the "fight or flight" way of dealing with things. The last month I'd rather fly than fight. Yet everytime I open my blog, I am faced with the grim reality that flying is denying "the call."

In my life, that means denying everything that I've been made for. Which is precisely what I would do if I were to run away. Running from my destiny.

It's God's grace in my life that He never "leaves me alone." He's always standing at the door, gently knocking and waiting... hoping that I don't run, yet allowing me to do so if I so need.

That saying really is true: You can run, but you can't hide.

A song I heard yesterday had these words...

I made you as a queen. I made you to be seen...