Start of the Holidays!

Happy Thanksgiving all! 🍃🍁🍂 I’m sure you all are looking forward to a bountiful Thanksgiving dinner/lunch, just like me! Don’t worry, I won’t eat too much little! *smirk* Anyways, have a great thanksgiving, don’t forget to be grateful for all God’s blessings, and *cue whisper voice* remember to work those calories off walking around at the mall tomorrow! Love you all!

That Girl Over There

Thanksgiving is here, Mashed potatoes and biscuits and more yummy goodies.
And now we can eat.
{Munch munch}

P.S. What’s your favorite Thanksgiving food? Make me hungry in the comments below!


Music Schedules and Prayer?

Music, music, and more music. That’s truly what makes up 70% of my life. Here’s this week’s music schedule:

Monday ~ ensemble class.
Tuesday ~ private piano and violin class (classical training)
Wednesday ~ private piano class (creative music training + improvisation techniques) & sister’s flute class
Every day ~ practice, practice, and practice!

Literally. Can I just crawl into a hole and hide?!

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The Future

Sometimes we don’t know why God lets things happen. The rollercoaster of life plunges down, down, down. We lose our jobs. We lose our friends. We lose our family. Yesterday, I lost a family friend who was like a second mom to me. I lost her to cancer. I was shocked and in disbelief the whole day. Every time I thought I’d run out of tears, they would spring forth to my already red and swollen eyes. Relatives and friends crowded into their house the whole day. The sounds of mourning were everywhere. It was probably the worst day of my life. That night, I couldn’t sleep. My heart was racing as though I had just gone on a run. Why did God let this happen? Why couldn’t she have gotten better? I always believed that she would, and now…she’s gone.
No matter what, I hold to the promise that one glorious day, we will all be united in the skies. I am so glad that this is our temporary home, full of pain and sickness and tears.

I know not what the future holds, but I know Who holds the future .

That Girl Over There


Warning: If you do not enjoy reading a reminiscing post of considerate length, then I advise you not to read this.

Dear readers,
It is late afternoon, and the sun is shining rays of perfect warmth. I sit and fondle the cover of a work book.

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Enthralled by His Glory

He knew my needs and uplifted my spirits by sending me a beautiful reminder of His constant love. He also knew what reminder I like best: an incomparable West Coast sunset.

Imagine what the sky will look like when He comes for me and you!


That Girl Over There

I am. Competitive. Is that bad?

I’m a competitive person. It’s quite obvious. Ever since I was little, I have had a fiery desire to be first and best. Whether it be running races, soccer games, arm wrestling, or even thumb wars — I always made sure I did my best to win. And on those (somewhat rare) occasions that I do win, my heart pounds with swelling pride. My head feels like it’s about to burst. And a smug smile lies on my face.

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Day 4: I Can’t Even List Everything – the Title Would Be Too Long!

   Wow! What. A. Day. I don’t think I even have to tell you that I’m wiped out beyond words! Day 4 is the day our family joined a bus tour traveling through several Candian provinces. On our route, we stopped at the city of Hope, a ginseng factory, and had a lovely view of the Fraser River, which is so cold (4 Celsius) that no one dares to swim in it! Well, maybe except me…. 😉

   After lunch, our tour guide directed us to a beautiful waterfall called Spahats Falls. For all you loyal followers, I literally just stood at the railing trying to think of how I would describe such a magnificent scene to you. And here it is. There are two, giant rock walls coming together to form a V. At the point of the V is a chasm that splits the joining rock sides in half. Keep in mind that the chasm only cuts half of the rock walls. And, in that chasm is a bubbling spring that tumbles out of the chasm and the rest of the distance to the ground, where it gathers in clear, gushing pools. Now, see how much thought I put into this explanation? You’re welcome~

       The finale to the day was watching salmon spawn in a nearby creek. Don’t even think about squirming. In reality, watching salmon spawn was so inspiring. These king salmon overcame huge obstacles and gigantic odds to fin their way back to their birthplace. They swam all the way from the ocean to this little creek that was shallow, their fins protruded from the swirling water. And if that’s not enough, these courageous fish don’t eat for the six months they take to travel to their birthplace. They Don’t Eat A Thing. That’s pretty unbelievable. And there’s even more. These beautiful fishies lose their luster and shine, and scars and scratches from the rocks replace them. These salmon give up everything to return to their spawning grounds. After they lay their eggs, they lose even more – their own life.
It reminds me of a familiar story.
Jesus came down to earth from heaven. He lost so much. He was “bruised and wounded.” For us. And in the end, He lost His life. But there was hope, because He was resurrected from the dead and restored. The salmon lose their lives, but they give hope — they spur on the next generation of salmon, who repeat the same thing. There’s always hope, no matter the situation.
Thanks for putting up with my rambling and reading this far!

That Girl Over There~

Meeting Tomorrow.

Hesitantly, I stretched my hand out toward him. I had heard so much about this newly adopted little boy, but now that I was really meeting him…all my confidence suddenly vanished and I quaked inside. The seven year old slowly took my hand and grasped it.

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The Voice

It was a gloomy, drab afternoon — the kind that’s just depressing. A veil of darkness slowly began to shroud the thick forest of spiraling trees as a young girl with wispy, long hair wandered on a forlorn path. Her skirt was dusty; her jacket rumpled. She was all alone, unsure of where she was heading.

That girl was me.

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A Time for Everything

Wow! Time really flies! Here I am, with only one week left to spend here in Taiwan. After more than a month in this unfamiliar land, I am so ready to go back home to the US. I know I will be leaving behind relatives, delicious food, and fun sights, but home is where the heart is, of course. However, there is a time for everything. Sometimes we must leave the comforts of our home to experience new things and risk new opportunities. Sometimes we must stay in our home and draw closer to our family members.
Today I leave you readers with a wisdom filled passage from the Bible, our light. Read, and meditate on it.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

As we enter the New Year, keep in mind this passage when it comes to difficult situations. Pray to God, and let Him be your Lead in stormy seas. God bless.


Test of Two Beloved Monsters

“Do you like my back massage?”
“Look at my mask!”
“I need help!”
“Do you want your backpack?”
“Guess what I did in the airplane!”

We were driving around in Taiwan. It was a gloomy, rainy day – and it became even more gloomy when two young boys belonging to our friends jumped into our van. They were…….indescribable!

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