Katy’s Weblog
Thank you, E for lending me this book. I couldn’t put it down and thoroughly enjoyed it.
I liked everything about the book, the intrigue, the fictional dialogue mixed with historical information, learning something about Leonardo da Vinci, and it had a surprise ending, well, it was surprising to me at least. For once, I am going to tell you, don’t read the last page or you’ll spoil the whole story.
Someone asked me if I really love Hello Kitty.
I have a Hello Kitty cell phone cover, Hello Kitty wallet, Hello Kitty key chain, Hello Kitty card holder, Hello Kitty camera pouch, Hello Kitty pen, Hello Kitty tissue pack. And that’s just in my purse.
At home I have a collection of Hello Kitty plushies…
On Sunday I read to the children an incident in the life of Hudson Taylor.
As a way to build his spiritual muscles to depend on God before he went to China as a missionary, Taylor decided to ask God to remind his boss to pay him, rather than Taylor himself reminding his boss, who often was too busy to remember to pay him on time.
If I was Lazarus, I wouldn’t want Jesus to raise me from the dead.
It is unpleasant at best, and torturous in many circumstances, to die, but to have to die twice…please spare me.
And after Lazarus came back to life, he lived in fear because the authorities wanted to kill him. What kind of…
I notice that when we have aches and pains, we have an expectation that it can be treated and cured.
We go to the doctor to get a diagnosis and expect the problem to be solved with meds or surgery or therapy or something. When no diagnosis is found – “we don’t know what is causing your pain”, we feel hopeless. It feels scary that we can’t grasp it and solve it.
My siblings and I refer to it as the “Choy gene.”
When we lack confidence, when we get complacent, when we feel nervous about upcoming events for no good reason, we say it’s the Choy gene, on my mom’s side.
This gene of pessimism and fear is something I have to consciously overcome. It’s a…
I’ve always wanted to adopt a child. My heart goes out to the children who would grow up without a real family. But for whatever reason, I never quite felt the calling to actually adopt. And I feel like I somehow missed out on something. I always tell people that if I were relive my life, I’d adopt, a cute little black boy with curly hair would be my choice.
I wish I can remember more clearly some of those precious times – going to Disneyland for the first time when I was about 8 or 9, my wedding day, my children’s first steps, closing my first real estate transaction.
But I’m glad that God did not give us a perfect memory.
Perhaps it’s mid-life crisis, perhaps it’s changing hormones, perhaps it’s watching and caring for my father journeying what is likely his final round in life.
I’ve been thinking that if I were to die, there isn’t anything that I am doing where I cannot be replaced. Yes, friends may miss me and my unique personality…
My pastor says that both his mother and mother-in-law, in their late 80’s have said that having a long life is not such a blessing. Living alone and missing their deceased husbands, they are ready to meet the Lord.
Yet, with the availability of modern medicine, something so basic such as hydration with an IV…