Katy’s Weblog
I’ve been studying the book of Ruth. It’s a beautiful story with a good ending – the only kind of story that I like.
But in between, God adds some excitement to this love story between Ruth and Boaz that has us holding our breath anxiously waiting for the final outcome.
I woke up at 5:30am this morning to join the commuter traffic to downtown Los Angeles.
My appointment was at 8:30am at the County Assessor’s office to appeal my property tax assessed value. I wanted to get there by 8:00 to sign in. Not knowing how long it would take me with unknown amount of traffic, I estimated 2 hours, just in case.
Back when I was in grad school some 25 years ago, my friends and I began “typing” each other with the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. We would all refer to the book “Please Understand Me” to try to understand each other’s personalities, but more often to use it to point out each other’s idiosyncrasies. “Oh, you are such an ‘F’ …!” when one of us is acting emotionally.
I had the opportunity to present 2 workshops to parents this past Saturday.
Talking to other parents to share my experiences as a parent and knowledge that I’ve learned from my studies is something that I’ve been wanting to do. I’ve been looking for more opportunities to do workshops like this.
What do you do when you experience personal pain in your life? What if you were going through a personal crisis – depression, deep anger and bitterness, struggle with a sin, hurt, lost of your faith? Do you have friends and family with whom you can be totally honest? Can you tell anyone what you are going through?
My mom was a strong person when she was young. She told us she was athletic, liked to swim, and enjoyed going out. She had a lot of friends in Hong Kong.
When she immigrated to the US, she raised us four kids in Pasadena without knowing the language here, and without the ability to drive.
“Hey, what’s that?” My husband suddenly noticed the Pokemon writing decorations on our living room wall…ummm, they’ve been there for the last 5 days. And these are not little decorations. They are about one foot high, stretches about 5 feet across, tacked on the front wall immediately facing you when you enter the room. And he’s been going into that room everyday, several times a day, day in and day out, since those decorations has been up. And 5 days later he noticed! Amazing!
I remember having heart palpitations since junior high. As an adult, I asked my doctor about it, wore a 24-hour heart monitor, and was determined to have Premature Ventricular Complex or PVC. Whenever I go see the doctor and my pulse routinely checked, the nurse is often baffled by my irregular heartbeat. The doctor would say it’s nothing to worry about.
Before the days of cherry-flavored additives, medicine used to taste bad. My mom used to give us the medicine in one spoon, and quickly with another spoon stick some sweetened condensed milk in our mouth to get that yucky taste out. I actually looked forward to the medicine to get the sweetened condensed milk! To this day, I associate sweetened condensed milk with bitter medicine.
Here’s another thought I had about George Muller.
His first desire was to be a missionary. He left Prussia to go to England to receive training to reach the Jews, with the intention of going to Russia after his training. However, while in England, he saw the great needs there and decided he can share the gospel there rather than spending time in learning Hebrew.