|
| i got a spider bite this weekend. the two black dots, presumably the fang marks, filled with pus within a couple of hours. it was really cool. and gross. i was just advised to use a pen to outline the red part (to make certain it's not growing and threatening my life) and found that instead of a circle, it's a bowler hat. heh.
name that movie!
lovelove,
me | | |
| i went to a church on Sunday where Brother Yun, the author of The Heavenly Man, was the guest speaker. i didn't really know anything about him, not having read the book or heard anything specific about his life. but i'm really glad i got to go.
one of the first things he said was, "i love Jesus because he first loved me."
he went on to talk about being in prison, suffering, being tortured and all those sorts of persecution stories. i couldn't believe what he was saying. he was describing some of the darkest cruelty and suffering that one might experience, and still, we could hear in his voice that he knew that God loved him. he talked about how, even when he had lost hope, God was still faithful. he told us that Jesus appeared to him once in his prison cell and said, "your prison cell is real, but I am the Truth, and the Truth will set you free!" Jesus told him to stand and walk out of there. and he stood and walked out, on two feet that had been deliberately crushed to the point of permanent disability.
as i was leaving the church, i didn't feel a dreadful weight of injustice and suffering. instead, i felt an overwhelming sense of how much God must love that guy. it must have grieved God's heart to allow such terrible things to be afflicting someone he cares about. absolutely heart-wrenching. but maybe He persevered and allowed those tough times, more like a means to an end... that all along, he was drawing brother yun closer, comforting him, healing him, and literally setting him free. maybe God was letting him know Christ in this intimate and deep way so that he would be able to make Christ known.
so, even after hearing about the horrific things he's endured, i left thinking that Brother Yun was one lucky guy to be so loved by God.
lovelove,
me | | |
| Bill and Melinda Gates have started something called The Living Proof Project. It's kind of an outline of successes, progress, and achievements, as well as living proof stories of people's lives that have been changed. It's an encouragement that US moneys haven't been put to waste and that we should continue with global health efforts. Here is a speech about the project by Bill and Melinda.
I like that they are connecting what they're doing in the world with normal everyday people like you and me. I didn't actually finish watching it because it got boring... so I guess it might be actually missing the point... But still. It's a good idea and worth browsing.
lovelove,
me | | |
| 
when i'm sitting at an intersection, traffic lights just usually don't look that big. sometimes it takes someone else to help see things in a more accurate perspective.
"Gentlemen, for the love of God, let us buy big maps."
--Lord Salisbury
lovelove,
me
| | |
| 
here i am with LaWanda who made me birthday cake pops--they were fudge-y chocolate cake covered in white chocolate and sprinkles, on a lollipop stick! this is one of the many reasons my 30th birthday was the most fantastic one i've ever had. i was showered in song, wishes, fb messages, cards, gifts, hugs, and yummy good foods (thank you everyone!!!). the most meaningful part was being christened into a kingery family tradition--my wonderful husband made me chocolate chip pancakes for my birthday breakfast (thank you my husband!!!). i feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
i don't have much to say about being 30, other than i don't feel like i'm 30 quite yet. it reminds me of a short story called "Eleven" by Sandra Cisneros. it has a sad sort of way about it, but i like it, and it starts off this way:
"What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are—underneath the year that makes you eleven."
here's to a new decade. :O) many years after age eleven.
hubby and me:
lovelove,
me | | |
|
|
