Well...I'm halfway through the last week of classes of my junior year. It's hard to believe that time flies that fast... a year from now, I'll be taking my last undergraduate exams ever. Then I'll graduate.
Yikes.
Where has time gone?
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Thoughts?
"Before I go: Letters to Our Children about What Really Matters" by Peter Kreeft. Kreeft wrote this book for his children. It's basically a little journal entry that gives advice, wisdom, etc.. that his kids will read when they are old enough.
Dave had this book. I kinda scan through the book to see what it was about. There was this one entry that kinda struck me. I was just wondering what your thoughts were on this topic:
"One-Word Advice for Marriage"
"The most frequent complaint troubled couple bring to marriage counselors is: 'We don't love each other anymore.' The answer to it is a single word: 'Do.'
Love doesn't happen, like rain. You do it.
But isn't love a feeling? No. That's like saying a flower is a smell."
I guess I kinda agree with this statement. A lot of people say that they know that they are in love by the fluttering feeling they get when they see their significant other. But if love is based on the feeling then does that mean when you're angry at the person, that you don't love them?
So I decided to look at the big-daddy verse of the bible about love...
" 4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." -1 Cor 13: 4-7
It doesn't say anything about feelings. Love is an action. It's a commitment. A lot of people love this verse. I love it too, but it's also a hard verse for me to read. I mean...there is NO exception on who we love. We are called to love everyone even those that get on our nerves, those that are unkind to us, those that hurt us, those that seems impossible to love. This calling is just so out of the ordinary. I mean, the world tells us if someone has wronged us...hurt them back! Make them pay! But God calls us to be the opposite. Show grace. God has shown us grace even when we don't deserve it.
So...loving your significant is a commitment. Being patent and kind even when you both don't feel like it. Being selfless and humbled even when your human nature wants to do the opposite. Love is build on the foundation of trust. Love is hard work.
I think having the "Lovey-Dopey" feeling can occur. It can be a blessing but be careful! Sometimes it's a curse. Sometimes being in this stage can make you 'photoshop' the person (as in clean out the blemishes and make it look better than what she/he really is) or blind to the 'red-flags' in the relationship and cause you heartache later on. Be careful not to make your feelings take control of the relationship.
Hmm I'm curious to hear what you guys think... Do you think Love is a feeling or a commitment?
Dave had this book. I kinda scan through the book to see what it was about. There was this one entry that kinda struck me. I was just wondering what your thoughts were on this topic:
"One-Word Advice for Marriage"
"The most frequent complaint troubled couple bring to marriage counselors is: 'We don't love each other anymore.' The answer to it is a single word: 'Do.'
Love doesn't happen, like rain. You do it.
But isn't love a feeling? No. That's like saying a flower is a smell."
I guess I kinda agree with this statement. A lot of people say that they know that they are in love by the fluttering feeling they get when they see their significant other. But if love is based on the feeling then does that mean when you're angry at the person, that you don't love them?
So I decided to look at the big-daddy verse of the bible about love...
" 4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." -1 Cor 13: 4-7
It doesn't say anything about feelings. Love is an action. It's a commitment. A lot of people love this verse. I love it too, but it's also a hard verse for me to read. I mean...there is NO exception on who we love. We are called to love everyone even those that get on our nerves, those that are unkind to us, those that hurt us, those that seems impossible to love. This calling is just so out of the ordinary. I mean, the world tells us if someone has wronged us...hurt them back! Make them pay! But God calls us to be the opposite. Show grace. God has shown us grace even when we don't deserve it.
So...loving your significant is a commitment. Being patent and kind even when you both don't feel like it. Being selfless and humbled even when your human nature wants to do the opposite. Love is build on the foundation of trust. Love is hard work.
I think having the "Lovey-Dopey" feeling can occur. It can be a blessing but be careful! Sometimes it's a curse. Sometimes being in this stage can make you 'photoshop' the person (as in clean out the blemishes and make it look better than what she/he really is) or blind to the 'red-flags' in the relationship and cause you heartache later on. Be careful not to make your feelings take control of the relationship.
Hmm I'm curious to hear what you guys think... Do you think Love is a feeling or a commitment?
Saturday, March 26, 2011
I heard this poem in the "Sense and Sensibility" movie.
Sonnet VII - Hartley Coleridge
Is love a fancy, or a feeling? No.
It is immortal as immaculate Truth,
'Tis not a blossom shed as soon as youth,
Drops from the stem of life--for it will grow,
In barren regions, where no waters flow,
Nor rays of promise cheats the pensive gloom.
A darkling fire, faint hovering o'er a tomb,
That but itself and darkness nought doth show,
It is my love's being yet it cannot die,
Nor will it change, though all be changed beside;
Though fairest beauty be no longer fair,
Though vows be false, and faith itself deny,
Though sharp enjoyment be a suicide,
And hope a spectre in a ruin bare.
It is immortal as immaculate Truth,
'Tis not a blossom shed as soon as youth,
Drops from the stem of life--for it will grow,
In barren regions, where no waters flow,
Nor rays of promise cheats the pensive gloom.
A darkling fire, faint hovering o'er a tomb,
That but itself and darkness nought doth show,
It is my love's being yet it cannot die,
Nor will it change, though all be changed beside;
Though fairest beauty be no longer fair,
Though vows be false, and faith itself deny,
Though sharp enjoyment be a suicide,
And hope a spectre in a ruin bare.
I thought it was well written but I'm not sure how I feel about the poem. Hmm.. Whadda think?
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Searching for true joy..
Hmm I was looking at blogs and I came across this blog....I think it's a good blog. So I thought I should share it...because the world's definition of joy is so different than what the bible says it is. Happiness is good but it's temporary. Joy is satisfying long term. Only true joy comes from God. According to this blogger she said that "JOY" stands for Jesus first, Others second, and You third. I find this to be biblical and a struggle. There are so many distractions in my life...that I need to remember that the best way of showing love to everyone that is in my life is by putting God first. If God lives in me and His love overflows in me than it's a good thing for everyone because I cannot give what I do not have. I will always struggle with this issue...but I hope that God will continue to work in me both to will and to do His good pleasure even when it's hard.
JOY= Jesus, Others, You
JOY= Jesus, Others, You
"Joy is a fruit of the Holy Spirit (see Galatians 5:22-23) and therefore it should be something that Christians pray for. We pray for patience and peace all the time (at least I do, as a mother of a toddler) but I rarely find myself praying for joy. Actually, almost never.
But, joy is something that God promises to give us as we allow the Holy Spirit to guide our life. As we submit to Christ and allow Him to live through us through the Holy Spirit, joy will be evident. Sometimes, this is not easy to do because of our circumstances but we can always pray for it and allow God to work in us what we can’t do on our own.
I’m not sure why joy has sprung up recently – I guess because I see too many Christians (myself included) not joyful even though the God of the World, the Creator of all things, has come to dwell in them through His Spirit. We have forgiveness, we have unconditional love, we have acceptance from God because of what Christ has done for us. Because of this, we will have eternal life. So, why aren’t we joyful?
I believe the acronym for JOY that I ran across several years ago while reading a commentary on Philippians can help. I had forgotten it until I read an article about former model Kathy Ireland (I had no idea she was a Christian!) and she mentioned that this acronym for JOY immediately helps her put her priorities in place. JOY = JESUS first, OTHERS second and YOU last.
As any born-again believer knows, this acronym is Biblical. God in Deuteronomy tells us to put Him first, Christ tells us in Matthew to seek first His Kingdom. Paul in his letters to the Philippians and Galatians tells believers to consider others before ourselves. And what does this lead to? TRUE JOY.
Does this mean we allow people to take advantage of us and run all over us? No, we still set up healthy boundaries that allow us to put God first (for example, if we say yes to every volunteer and service activity, there will hardly be time to put God first and we can stressed and strained. Not to mention grouchy and unjoyful.)
Try it for yourself – see how things change on a daily basis by just focusing on this simple thought. Jesus, Others, You. I promise you’ll see that God will meet all of your needs in the time that He’s given you if you simply trust His plan."
Monday, February 21, 2011
Internships, internships, internships
So I've been spending the last few weeks looking for a graphic design internship in the Pittsburgh and Washington, PA area. It's been frustrating. Very frustrating. Many of the graphic design internships requires you to know some HTML, CSS coding and website stuff. I was suppose to learn that kind of stuff this past year, but the department couldn't find a new design professor to replace the one that left last year.
As a result, I have learned nothing web-design related this year.
I applied to about eight different places that offer graphic design internships that's strictly print media related (which is something I DO know how to do)...some didn't offer internships but was offering a job. I e-mail them my resume anyway...and wrote a cover letter proposing that they can hire me in the summer as a temp worker until they find a full-time person for the graphic design position.
So...I said a few prayers. And fingers crossed.
I really really really hope I can get a good internship somewhere...I really would love to have more experience.
And...that's my thoughts for now.
As a result, I have learned nothing web-design related this year.
I applied to about eight different places that offer graphic design internships that's strictly print media related (which is something I DO know how to do)...some didn't offer internships but was offering a job. I e-mail them my resume anyway...and wrote a cover letter proposing that they can hire me in the summer as a temp worker until they find a full-time person for the graphic design position.
So...I said a few prayers. And fingers crossed.
I really really really hope I can get a good internship somewhere...I really would love to have more experience.
And...that's my thoughts for now.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Funny Stories!
So I was looking for old news stories because... well...why not?
Oh poor guy ::giggles::
Cockroach Slain, Husband Badly Hurt
Oh poor guy ::giggles::
Cockroach Slain, Husband Badly Hurt
TEL AVIV -- (Reuters) An Israeli woman's fight with a stubborn cockroach put her husband in the hospital with burns, a broken pelvis and broken ribs, the Jerusalem Post newspaper reported yesterday.
The woman, frightened by the insect when she found it in their living room, stepped on it, threw it in a toilet and sprayed a full can of insecticide on it when it refused to die.
Her husband came home from work, went to the toilet and lit a cigarette. When he threw the cigarette butt into the bowl, the insecticide fumes ignited, "seriously burning his sensitive parts," the Post wrote.
When paramedics were called to the home in Tel Aviv, they laughed so hard when they learned what had happened that they dropped the stretcher down the stairs, breaking the unidentified man's pelvis and ribs.
The woman, frightened by the insect when she found it in their living room, stepped on it, threw it in a toilet and sprayed a full can of insecticide on it when it refused to die.
Her husband came home from work, went to the toilet and lit a cigarette. When he threw the cigarette butt into the bowl, the insecticide fumes ignited, "seriously burning his sensitive parts," the Post wrote.
When paramedics were called to the home in Tel Aviv, they laughed so hard when they learned what had happened that they dropped the stretcher down the stairs, breaking the unidentified man's pelvis and ribs.
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Who said money can't fall from the skies?
Money Falls From Above.
MIAMI, FL -- (AP) A Brinks armored truck flipped on an INterstate 95 overpass, showering thousands of dollars in bills and coins onto a poor neighborhood.
Dozens of people stuffed bags, boxes, pockets and anything else handy, making off with a reported $400,000 before the police arrived and Brinks workers shoveled up what was left.
Hours later, residents were back, sifting dirt with their hands to recover whatever they could.
"God sent us a truck," said James Toni, a bystander.
Dozens of people stuffed bags, boxes, pockets and anything else handy, making off with a reported $400,000 before the police arrived and Brinks workers shoveled up what was left.
Hours later, residents were back, sifting dirt with their hands to recover whatever they could.
"God sent us a truck," said James Toni, a bystander.
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Friday, December 10, 2010
Reasons Why I Love the Month of December
The dancing snowflakes welcomes my favorite season of the year- Christmas. The flakes dances with grace as if to whisper the coming the coming cold and bitter winter. I love the way the snow looks in the early morning sun. It shimmers and sparkles in anyway possible. But its beauty and wonder heightens at night when the moonlight smiles upon the undisturbed white glittering peace. Seeing the snow makes my heart sing "Silent Night" and think of Psalm 139. Each and every snowflake was uniquely designed...there is no two snowflakes alike. Falling in awe of Our Maker's determination and desire to put much thought into something so microscopic as this- makes me smile. All mankind are like snowflakes too- we're all beautiful, unrepeatable miracles.
Looking at snow also recalls to my mind memories and nosies of screaming with glee and laughter as my sisters and I played outside in the winter wonderland. Oh how many time have I prayed as a child for a snow-in day? Countless times! Using our wildest imaginations to built snow forts, snow angels, snowmen, snow dogs, and a snowball fights, we sure got our daily exercise every time we came into the house with rosy cheeks, frozen noses, our heads and body dripping with sweat as we peel off the layers of clothing. A steamy hot chocolate with marshmallows melting on the top was set before us. After our mother warned us about the hotness of the cup, we blew away some of the dangerous heat and drank slowly and heartedly. As usual, I would add in more marshmallows as soon as they melted as if to meet the status quo that marshmallows must always take 50% of the volume of the cup.
Blowing the dusts off the forgotten boxes that were left deserted in the dark corner of the basement, I carried them upstairs one by one. Opening each of the boxes seemed to play loud, joyful Christmas music. Opening the biggest box, my dad and I set up the Christmas tree. I smiled as I remembered how tall the tree used to be as a child. I used to be in awe of it when I couldn't reach the top without my dad lifting me up to put the old fashioned bright star on the top. Now, I can reach the top with no problem or any help from my dad. I also missed the magical realm of Christmas as a child. I miss those simple times. After untangling the string of lights, my sister and I plug them in with our fingers crossed. A quick thank you prayer shot up to the heavens, when we discovered all the lights worked. With a smile on her face, Carrie stringed all the lights onto the evergreen and artificial Christmas tree.
Putting the ornaments on each branch of the tree flashes my life before my eyes over the years, each ornament was given, made, or bought from different people with different purposes. My faces made a funny face when I pull out ornaments we made over the years for our parents. Some were adorable and some...were in sad shapes. It made me wonder if my parents were hiding a grimace face being the smile when their children gave them such ugly ornaments. In those cases, it was the thought that counted. I admired the detailed paintings of the ornaments my grandmother on the Sneller side gave to each of her grandkids for every year from birth to 18 years old. At the bottom of each, she marked it with the year and the name of the grandchild. I'm amazed that I barely remembered what happened each year especially in 1992, 1996, 0r 1998. Reminding myself to treasure life as a gift, I put them onto the tree to display its beauty. I see the reflection of myself as I hung the brightly colored ornaments on the tree. It's funny. I remember seeing myself in those bulbs over the years. For a second I see a six year old me, a 12 year old me, and a 21 year old me. It's scary how much I have changed both physically and spiritually. I thank God for the changes He in me (and still is) since birth.
We put out the Christmas quilts, candles, stockings, teddybears, snowmans, table runners, and all the other Christmas decorations. We plugged in the lights. In an instant, the home jumped alive with the Christmas spirit. I love how cozy and warm the house feels in this time of the year. It makes me smile.
Honestly, my favorite part about the season is going to the Christmas Eve Candlelight service. There's something amazing about seeing the Christmas trees and lights displayed in its splendor makes the sanctuary like a big welcoming choir. The lights are dimmed as the candlelight danced around each members' face as they hold the light in their hands. As if one body are united for this special occasion. The nativity scene takes center stage with the spotlight shining upon it. My heart warms when I see the baby Jesus. The choir sings happy, cheerful songs like "Hark, the Herald Angel sings..." Sure, Jesus isn't a baby anymore. Jesus grew up in the image of man, lived the perfect live (though struggling with the temptations), ministered to the poor, the social outcasts, to foreigners, to sinners, then gave up His life out of his great love for us. To set us free from the bondage of sin, to be reconciled with Our Maker, to experience His great love, joy, peace, forgiveness, and saving grace. Jesus achieved victory over death. Now all creation wait in anticipation of His second glorious coming. I love Christmas because...we celebrate the Savior's birth. And I love how he was born quietly. He wasn't born with trumpets, cymbals, and all the crazy loud instruments. Nor was He born into a wealthy king's family where he would be adored with gold, silver and fine linen. Or nor was He born into a mighty warrior family to save Israel from the Roman Empire. Nope. God surprised everyone by having Christ born in the humblest way possible- in a manager. It makes me smile knowing that...the world at the time except for a few selected people -Mary, Joseph, the shepherds, the angels, etc..- knew that in a small corner of the world, in the town of Bethalem, a history was in the making. They had NO idea what as to come. God did the UNthinkable thing...He let his Son walk into slaughter to save us...why? One word: LOVE.
Christmas reminds me of love and saving, amazing Grace. :)
Looking at snow also recalls to my mind memories and nosies of screaming with glee and laughter as my sisters and I played outside in the winter wonderland. Oh how many time have I prayed as a child for a snow-in day? Countless times! Using our wildest imaginations to built snow forts, snow angels, snowmen, snow dogs, and a snowball fights, we sure got our daily exercise every time we came into the house with rosy cheeks, frozen noses, our heads and body dripping with sweat as we peel off the layers of clothing. A steamy hot chocolate with marshmallows melting on the top was set before us. After our mother warned us about the hotness of the cup, we blew away some of the dangerous heat and drank slowly and heartedly. As usual, I would add in more marshmallows as soon as they melted as if to meet the status quo that marshmallows must always take 50% of the volume of the cup.
Blowing the dusts off the forgotten boxes that were left deserted in the dark corner of the basement, I carried them upstairs one by one. Opening each of the boxes seemed to play loud, joyful Christmas music. Opening the biggest box, my dad and I set up the Christmas tree. I smiled as I remembered how tall the tree used to be as a child. I used to be in awe of it when I couldn't reach the top without my dad lifting me up to put the old fashioned bright star on the top. Now, I can reach the top with no problem or any help from my dad. I also missed the magical realm of Christmas as a child. I miss those simple times. After untangling the string of lights, my sister and I plug them in with our fingers crossed. A quick thank you prayer shot up to the heavens, when we discovered all the lights worked. With a smile on her face, Carrie stringed all the lights onto the evergreen and artificial Christmas tree.
Putting the ornaments on each branch of the tree flashes my life before my eyes over the years, each ornament was given, made, or bought from different people with different purposes. My faces made a funny face when I pull out ornaments we made over the years for our parents. Some were adorable and some...were in sad shapes. It made me wonder if my parents were hiding a grimace face being the smile when their children gave them such ugly ornaments. In those cases, it was the thought that counted. I admired the detailed paintings of the ornaments my grandmother on the Sneller side gave to each of her grandkids for every year from birth to 18 years old. At the bottom of each, she marked it with the year and the name of the grandchild. I'm amazed that I barely remembered what happened each year especially in 1992, 1996, 0r 1998. Reminding myself to treasure life as a gift, I put them onto the tree to display its beauty. I see the reflection of myself as I hung the brightly colored ornaments on the tree. It's funny. I remember seeing myself in those bulbs over the years. For a second I see a six year old me, a 12 year old me, and a 21 year old me. It's scary how much I have changed both physically and spiritually. I thank God for the changes He in me (and still is) since birth.
We put out the Christmas quilts, candles, stockings, teddybears, snowmans, table runners, and all the other Christmas decorations. We plugged in the lights. In an instant, the home jumped alive with the Christmas spirit. I love how cozy and warm the house feels in this time of the year. It makes me smile.
Honestly, my favorite part about the season is going to the Christmas Eve Candlelight service. There's something amazing about seeing the Christmas trees and lights displayed in its splendor makes the sanctuary like a big welcoming choir. The lights are dimmed as the candlelight danced around each members' face as they hold the light in their hands. As if one body are united for this special occasion. The nativity scene takes center stage with the spotlight shining upon it. My heart warms when I see the baby Jesus. The choir sings happy, cheerful songs like "Hark, the Herald Angel sings..." Sure, Jesus isn't a baby anymore. Jesus grew up in the image of man, lived the perfect live (though struggling with the temptations), ministered to the poor, the social outcasts, to foreigners, to sinners, then gave up His life out of his great love for us. To set us free from the bondage of sin, to be reconciled with Our Maker, to experience His great love, joy, peace, forgiveness, and saving grace. Jesus achieved victory over death. Now all creation wait in anticipation of His second glorious coming. I love Christmas because...we celebrate the Savior's birth. And I love how he was born quietly. He wasn't born with trumpets, cymbals, and all the crazy loud instruments. Nor was He born into a wealthy king's family where he would be adored with gold, silver and fine linen. Or nor was He born into a mighty warrior family to save Israel from the Roman Empire. Nope. God surprised everyone by having Christ born in the humblest way possible- in a manager. It makes me smile knowing that...the world at the time except for a few selected people -Mary, Joseph, the shepherds, the angels, etc..- knew that in a small corner of the world, in the town of Bethalem, a history was in the making. They had NO idea what as to come. God did the UNthinkable thing...He let his Son walk into slaughter to save us...why? One word: LOVE.
Christmas reminds me of love and saving, amazing Grace. :)
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