Happy Birthday Mom!


In honor of my mom's birthday, we made a House of Chan dinner - Egg Drop Soup (with the fried wonton strips to top it off), Beef with Broccoli (but Andrew wanted mushrooms and onions too), Lumpia, and Rice. It was yummy, but not nearly as delish as my mom and dad's cooking from back in the restaurant days.


When I called my mom to wish her happy birthday, she was on the way to San Jose with my dad to see a free Filipino concert which I thought was sooo cute! You go, Mom!


I love my mom. She is a strong woman with a servant's heart. And she lives up to her name, Amor, which of course means "love." She loves the Lord, and it shows in the way she lives her life.

This is a picture of my mom, Amor, with my daughter and her namesake, Lauren Amor.

Happy birthday, Mom.

We love you!

The Things I Find ...

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Three Doors Down

On Easter weekend this year, we moved ... three doors down.

We knew it was coming, but with my bone-grafting surgery in January, my gum-grafting surgery a couple months after that, followed by another procedure a little later, healing and recovery had been our focus.  In the grand scope of things, the house is just stuff, I know.  Which is why I can share my story of how God provided for us in an amazing way...

It was on a Thursday when Andrew and I decided we would start looking for a new place to live.  On the following Saturday, we had an appointment to view a house on the other side of the freeway.  It was nice, and so was the landlord, but as we stepped out to leave, I unexpectedly broke down in tears.  I think I came face to face with the reality of my shame, my loss, and my fear.  So in the car, Andrew prayed ...  for our lack of stewardship ~ forgive us; in our having to let go of the house ~ comfort us; and for our fear ~ Lord, remind us that You are our provider and grant us favor.  We drove off to spend the day with family in Yountville.  

Throughout the afternoon when my thoughts would drift towards wondering where we'd move to and all the work ahead, a devotional I'd read several weeks ago about waiting, trusting, and hoping would flood my heart and mind.  "Because I trust in God, I can wait in hope," I kept reminding myself.  And we enjoyed a great Saturday of friendship, food, and fun.

Coming home later that day, we noticed a FOR RENT sign in our neighbor's window, three doors down.  Needless to say, Andrew went to see him and told him about us having to move ... (remember, this is a Saturday).

As it turned out, our neighbor bought a new house just a few miles away. While he was able to secure a tenant in early February, his loan was taking forever to close, and the tenant couldn't wait any longer.  He told Andrew, "She just backed out yesterday (Friday). I returned her security deposit and first month's rent, and just put the FOR RENT sign up an hour ago.  If you want to move in here, I'll take the sign down right now!"  He drew up a rental agreement that night.  

They were so grateful to us, because they were worried they wouldn't be able to find a tenant in time for them to move.  We shared our story with them and the unbelievable timing of it all.  And none of us could doubt that God had provided for our families in an amazing way that day.

And so here I am, three doors down, humbled by His majesty once again.

"Take Me Home Country Roads"

© Ron Watts/CORBIS

I woke up to weather that reminded me of growing up in the east coast.

I love the sounds of rain and thunder.  Something about them reminds me of growing up in Virginia ... peering in awe through the sliding glass door, counting the seconds between flashes of light and the resounding crashes of thunder which never scared me.  Even as a child, I recall somehow knowing that life was so much bigger than me.

(The picture above reminds me of driving home on Pohick Road in Springfield, Virginia.)

It can't remember if it was 7th or 8th grade, but do I remember having to memorize poems in one English class.  One in particular resonated with me, The Road Not Taken.  "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both ... I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."  That's when I knew I wanted my life to be somewhat different, and to make a difference.

He Knows Me! He Really Knows Me!

I love challenging myself. So today I started a beginners swimming class at Solano Community College. The instructor for the class before mine is Scott - someone who went to my church for a bit before moving to Winters.

So I said hi to Scott who didn't recognize me at first, because of the swim cap. But when I re-introduced myself, he remembered me and asked how Andrew was doing. He asked about my cycling, complemented my new teeth, and asked where I was with all my procedures. (He and his wife - who just has a baby btw - brought me a meal after my accident 2 years ago.)

Anyway after I brought him up to speed, he asked what class I was waiting for. "Beginners swimming," I told him. "I wanna do a tri before I'm 50 :)" "You totally can" he said, "if you really want to learn." And then he went on to tell me that open water swimming is his specialty and that he coaches triathletes!

I'm excited about me and Andrew reconnecting with Scott and his wife. I'm excited at the huge resource I have in Scott ... after I learn how to swim, that is =)

So my point - God is awesome. God knows me! He really knows me! I mean I know this to be true ... but every time He reveals himself (or i should say, every time i notice Him involved) in the small details of my life, I get so tickled. It's so cool.

With all the things going on in the world, it just amazes me that God would take the time to let me know that He knows about the inconsequential desires of my heart.

I left the pool humming "He Knows My Name" by Tommy Walker:

I have a Maker
He formed my heart
Before even time began
My life was in His hands

I have a Father
He calls me His own
He'll never leave me
No matter where I go

He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And He hears me when I call


I Plead The 5th

25 months later, my post-accident treatment plan is complete (for now).  I'm having to put my restorative teeth phase on hold due to the poor economy.  I am blessed nonetheless :D

The estimate from my prosthodontist is around $15K, so I have made peace with this stay plate (or temporary, partial denture).  Besides, most people who don't know about my accident think these are my real choppers anyway.  AND, I don't burn the roof of my mouth when I drink hot coffee!

Last month - July 5th - was 2 years since my accident.  It's hard to believe that much time has gone by.  Most don't know about the ordeal, some have forgotten.  But for me, the date is now this strange anniversary of sorts.

Last year, I wasn't as nostalgic about it, because I was so focused on completing my cycling events.  This year is a little different.  

July 5, 2007 Crashed my bike, lost 4 teeth, and broke my jaw in 3 places
July 9, 2007 Surgery to plate my chin, jaw wired shut for 2 weeks
Numerous physical therapy, occupational therapy, orthodontic, and chiropractic appointments
June 1, 2008 America's Most Beautiful Ride, 100 miles around Lake Tahoe
July 12-13, 2008 202-mile Seattle to Portland Bicycle Classic
Jan. 7, 2009 Bone graft surgery
April 22, 2009 Tissue graft procedure
July 24, 2009 Implant procedure

Lots of things circle my heart and mind.  I am still in process ...

I Fix My Eyes On You

I love this song ... 
I fix my eyes on you
The author of my faith
Casting aside 
Every sin and every weight
I fix my eyes on you
I lay my burdens down
Letting the cares
Of this world now fade away

One thing I ask
This one thing I seek
That I may dwell in your house
Oh Lord my King
All the days of my life
I want to gaze upon Your beauty
And seek You in this holy place

All the days of my life
I want to gaze upon Your beauty
And seek You in this holy place
Tommy Walker and Bob Wilson
(c) 2000 Integrity's Praise! Music

Heavy-Duty Load

I'm almost certain every one of us has some heavy duty happening in our life that changed our "normal cycle" remarkably.  The diagnosis of cancer, the death of a loved one, the end of a long-term relationship, or even the loss of a dream.  Whatever form it takes, the blow to life is heavy, as are the rippling effects that follow.  "Rippling" probably isn't a good description.  Tidal wave may be more like it.  Because once it happens, you know life just isn't going to be the same.  Or maybe you don't feel it at that moment, but later on down the road, you find yourself thinking, "When did it get this bad?" or "Will life ever get back to normal?"  Perhaps it started out as a ripple, but over the days or months or years, you suddenly feel as if a tidal wave has overcome you.

I recall the feeling of standing on the beach when a wave hits me.  Sometimes the water comes so strong and is so cold that it just takes your breath away.  We all have moments like that.  Or sometimes, others around you have moments like that, and we experience and feel the uninvited aftershocks.  Just as a drop of water has rippling effects ... so do our choices and the choices of others around us.

The heavy-duty loads are those articles of clothing that are tough - jeans for example.  Towels, blankets, or rugs ... stuff that takes a lot of work to take the filth out, either because the dirt is so worked in, or the material can just handle the extra beating. We put items through the heavy-duty cycle because it needs it, or we know it can take it. 

Regarding our lives, God doesn't throw us into heavy-duty situations, but, rather, he is there with us as we go through them.  Even though we may not think so, God knows the fabric of our being and how much we can take.  And with Him, we can take on more than we think.  What heavy-duty load are you carrying? 

Are you feeling like you've been thrown in the heavy-duty cycle?  Let's be careful not to blame God.  Instead, cling to Him ever more tightly and allow some of that deep work to be done.

Scatterbrained

I have lots on my mind today ...  for one - trying to eat this taco salad might not be such a good idea after all.  Still some post-op swelling and soreness in my mouth from my gum grafting procedure last week.

I'm thinking about a friend who's had this headache for over 4 days.  Doctors gave him a scary preliminary prognosis of a cyst, blood clot, or tumor, but they are running more tests today.  Praying for a peace that passes understanding as they await results.

I'm thinking about my daughter who'll be attending her Jr. Prom tomorrow. Where did the time go?  I'm so proud of the young woman she's become.  Hope she enjoys herself tomorrow, for it will soon be a 20-year old memory.

I'm thinking about my friend's half iron man race tomorrow and hope he kills it!  Everyone needs a cheering squad - I hope someone's there to yell his name and meet him at the finish line!

Thinking about other stuff that only God knows.  

And thinking about how all this thinking makes me wanna nap!

Living Above the Circumstances

You will guard him and keep him in perfect and constant peace whose mind [both its inclination and its character] is stayed on You, because he commits himself to You, leans on You, and hopes confidently in You.  Isaiah 26:3 (Amplified Bible)
I still like some scriptures in the good old King James Version.  Just sounds so poetic.
Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.  Isaiah 26:3 (King James Version)
Wanted to share something that I read a few weeks ago from Sarah Young's devotional, "Jesus Calling, Enjoying Peace in His Presence."
Waiting, trusting, and hoping are intricately connected, like golden strands interwoven to form a strong chain.  Trusting is the central strand, because it is the response from My children that I desire most.  Waiting and hoping embellish the central strand and strengthen the chain that connects you to Me.  Waiting for Me to work, with your eyes on Me, is evidence that you really do trust Me.  If you mouth the words "I trust You" while anxiously trying to make things go your way, your words ring hollow.  Hoping is future-directed, connecting you to your inheritance in heaven.  However, the benefits of hope fall fully on you in the present.

Because you are Mine, you don't just pass time in your waiting.  You can wait expectantly, in hopeful trust.  Keep your "antennae" out to pick up even the faintest glimmer of My Presence.


Surfer Girl

I can hang ten on the internet for a long time without a single wipeout!  I find a website like this that leads me to another, then another, and yet another.


Enjoy!

Rest for the Soul

For when I think too highly of myself ...

It is not your hold of Christ that saves you - it is Christ; it is not your joy in Christ that saves you - it is Christ; it is not even faith in Christ, though that be the instrument - it is Christ’s blood and merits; therefore, look not so much to your hand with which you are grasping Christ, as to Christ; look not to your hope, but to Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith. We will never find happiness by looking at our prayers, our doing, or our feelings; it is what Jesus is, not what we are, that gives rest to the soul.  (Quote is from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening)

Novocain, Nitrous Oxide, and George Duke

I had a difficult time at my dental appointment today.  A simple filling is all it was, but I was tense, heart beating fast, and teary eyed.  

You'd think this would be easy, seeing as how I've had some major oral surgery in the past year and a half.  But I was under general anesthesia for all those procedures.

But I got through it ... with some novocain, nitrous oxide, and some George Duke playing in the background.