I really like these two shots. He's getting good. What do you think?
11.29.2010
24 weeks
Tim was handling my camera during Emi's wedding. It was hard to wear a big SLR on the neck that dangled on my belly every step I take.
I really like these two shots. He's getting good. What do you think?
I really like these two shots. He's getting good. What do you think?
11.26.2010
Tummy Growing
I am happy to tell you that I am pregnant! God has blessed Tim and I with a girl. She just passed 24 weeks.
I had a hard time telling people the good news earlier on because I was afraid that it'd be the same as last time. The first 12 weeks was very nerve-wracking for both Tim and I. At the 12 week ultrasound, we were so nervous we could pee our pants. Is the baby alive? Will there be a heartbeat? What if it's like last time... ?
God's been teaching us a lot through this pregnancy. We also found a great church community during this process. Our small group has 4 medical doctors and many young children as well as a couple who's also expecting. God taught us to trust Him, even though sometimes we're extremely doubtful. God showed us that He's merciful and kind, and that He does give us many blessings.
On the weekend before Thanksgiving, Tim and I took a trip to California where we attended our friend Emi's wedding in Costa Mesa (pictures to come soon!); we also got to see many friends and spent time with my family in Northern California. It may be our last long distant vacation before the baby arrives. We treasured every moment of it. I got a lot of tummy rub this trip, and many people felt the baby kick too. So awesome! Way to go baby!
Seeing my stomach drastically growing within the past week really assured me that the baby is indeed growing. We all can't wait to meet her in March, which is coming in a blink of an eye. Everyone in my family is going to upgrade (my mom and dad to grandma and grandpa, my grandma to great-grandma, etc.), since this baby is the first in the family.
I am grateful, extremely grateful for this gift of life. If my miscarriage from last year taught me anything, it'd be that God is the creator of life, not Tim or me. Thanks be to God on this Thanksgiving weekend!
I had a hard time telling people the good news earlier on because I was afraid that it'd be the same as last time. The first 12 weeks was very nerve-wracking for both Tim and I. At the 12 week ultrasound, we were so nervous we could pee our pants. Is the baby alive? Will there be a heartbeat? What if it's like last time... ?
God's been teaching us a lot through this pregnancy. We also found a great church community during this process. Our small group has 4 medical doctors and many young children as well as a couple who's also expecting. God taught us to trust Him, even though sometimes we're extremely doubtful. God showed us that He's merciful and kind, and that He does give us many blessings.
On the weekend before Thanksgiving, Tim and I took a trip to California where we attended our friend Emi's wedding in Costa Mesa (pictures to come soon!); we also got to see many friends and spent time with my family in Northern California. It may be our last long distant vacation before the baby arrives. We treasured every moment of it. I got a lot of tummy rub this trip, and many people felt the baby kick too. So awesome! Way to go baby!
Seeing my stomach drastically growing within the past week really assured me that the baby is indeed growing. We all can't wait to meet her in March, which is coming in a blink of an eye. Everyone in my family is going to upgrade (my mom and dad to grandma and grandpa, my grandma to great-grandma, etc.), since this baby is the first in the family.
I am grateful, extremely grateful for this gift of life. If my miscarriage from last year taught me anything, it'd be that God is the creator of life, not Tim or me. Thanks be to God on this Thanksgiving weekend!
11.10.2010
TD Bank
This is what Tim and I were on Halloween. TD Bank ATM machines for [T]im and [D]ali.
I made the costumes out of felts. They took me a whole afternoon and evening. It was worth it though. We had a costume party with our church, and our costumes got honorable mention. I even made our own money to go with our own ATM machines.
I made the costumes out of felts. They took me a whole afternoon and evening. It was worth it though. We had a costume party with our church, and our costumes got honorable mention. I even made our own money to go with our own ATM machines.
10.04.2010
Loving God
Tim and I attended the membership class hosted by our church pastor yesterday. While telling us how great and vibrant this church is, Pastor Josh reminded us that rather to identify ourselves with the church like a "brand", which we tend to do, we should put our focus on God instead.
No doubt that this church is a great one: energetic, friendly, solid in its teaching and community centered. We hope that it will push us closer to God ultimately.
This is my thought of the day. Hehe.
No doubt that this church is a great one: energetic, friendly, solid in its teaching and community centered. We hope that it will push us closer to God ultimately.
This is my thought of the day. Hehe.
9.21.2010
Highrock Brookline
Our church just started a new series called Community. Everyday our members receives a devotional reading and reflection through the church blog.
http://highrockbrooklinecommunity.wordpress.com/
Feel free to check it out.
http://highrockbrooklinecommunity.wordpress.com/
Feel free to check it out.
9.10.2010
9.07.2010
Recent Thoughts
Fall is here. Yesterday morning (Labor Day), Tim and I woke up to the fresh, crisp, chilly air sipping in through our cracked open bedroom windows. A whole summer of almost nothing but 90 Fahrenheit and above was pretty memorable, not entirely in a good way.
We spent the day playing Mario Brothers on Wii, going for walks, meeting up with some friends as well as sharing meals with each other. I enjoy our simple days in Boston. As much as it not being our favorite city, we have spent 3 good years here already.
It is the city where we began our lives as husband and wife.
It was the place where we lost our first child; his/her resting place, provided by the hospital where the research was done after its death, is in St. Joseph Cemetery, on the same street where we are living.
Very often, we pass by the green lawn area at the entrance of the cemetery on our way to different places, we would call, "baby..." out loud. We feel extremely comforted and at the same time grateful for the hospital for their act of humaneness. Tim once said to me that even though we couldn't afford to buy a house in Boston, at least we have a tiny plot of land that has part of us in it.
Many people think that if the next pregnancy succeeds, than this child will be in replacement of the first one that was lost; and that our lost would cancel with our gain. That's not true at all if you have experience miscarriage yourself. It's not to say that I am still living in the shadow and unwilling to get out. No, by the grace and power of God, He has healed my heart and sealed my wounds. However, avoiding talking or thinking about the tragedies that happened in our lives is not the best thing to do. It only creates a hidden wound that will rot and ache silently, and it will never get the chance to seal up. As a result, one will find other things to fill that open wound: entertainment, noise, tasks, responsibilities... but ultimately, misery will arise, and one will feel more and more empty because after a long while, one will not remember why all this busyness, and why all this emptiness.
Through this tragedy, and by the love of God. I've learned to embrace it, and make it a part of me and who I am as of today.
Right after my miscarriage, I called my best friend from California. It was 3 AM for her and 7AM for me. That morning was the day after the bad news. Tim had gone to work in total despair and I was extremely alone and scared. My best friend wept with me on the phone. Occasionally, I would wail on top of my lunges, and she stayed patiently on the other side of the phone weeping softly.
That phone call was the starting point of my healing.
After that, my mom flew in from California, my friends came to see me and bring me food and flowers, people wrote emails and made calls to show their sympathy, church ladies prayed for me during Bible study meetings.
All this love and support prevented me from shutting myself out. I was open to conversations in regards to this specific topic. I was willing to share my experience with others, especially those who were going through the same thing. I was free to admit that at times I felt sad and disappointed, and this feeling was reoccurring and there was no way I could control it. I was also honest to admit that sometimes I felt jealous about other mothers and their cute babies.
I am simply a human being.
Even though this event was not the highlight of our three years here in Boston, but it is definitely one of the most memorable and important one ever. Who knows, it might just be the highlight of our time here in God's eyes. Because of it, Tim and I learned the preciousness of life; God is the giver and creator of life, not us. We learned to love each other even more than before, our love has deepened from sharing joy and happiness to going through the valley of shadow of death. We learned to treasure each other and the partnership which God bestowed on us with the seal of our marriage. We learned to trust God more after realizing how fragile and powerless we really are. We thought was could control our own lives, but we really can't control anything, even the falling of our hairs from our heads.
I want to share this with my blog readers because I know that none of us have a perfect and trouble-free life. I want to encourage you to embrace the life experiences that make up who you are, whether they be good or bad. Don't be afraid to open up, you'll be surprised how many people share your pain and understand what you're going through. Mostly importantly, don't fill your life with busyness and noise just to block out the pain that's there hidden underneath your throbbing heart.
If you feel alone and scared, call out to Jesus. He can save your life and your soul.
Through the whole last year and this year, I ask one thing from Jesus, "Have mercy on me, oh Lord!"
"Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness."
Lamentations 3:22-23
We spent the day playing Mario Brothers on Wii, going for walks, meeting up with some friends as well as sharing meals with each other. I enjoy our simple days in Boston. As much as it not being our favorite city, we have spent 3 good years here already.
It is the city where we began our lives as husband and wife.
It was the place where we lost our first child; his/her resting place, provided by the hospital where the research was done after its death, is in St. Joseph Cemetery, on the same street where we are living.
Very often, we pass by the green lawn area at the entrance of the cemetery on our way to different places, we would call, "baby..." out loud. We feel extremely comforted and at the same time grateful for the hospital for their act of humaneness. Tim once said to me that even though we couldn't afford to buy a house in Boston, at least we have a tiny plot of land that has part of us in it.
Many people think that if the next pregnancy succeeds, than this child will be in replacement of the first one that was lost; and that our lost would cancel with our gain. That's not true at all if you have experience miscarriage yourself. It's not to say that I am still living in the shadow and unwilling to get out. No, by the grace and power of God, He has healed my heart and sealed my wounds. However, avoiding talking or thinking about the tragedies that happened in our lives is not the best thing to do. It only creates a hidden wound that will rot and ache silently, and it will never get the chance to seal up. As a result, one will find other things to fill that open wound: entertainment, noise, tasks, responsibilities... but ultimately, misery will arise, and one will feel more and more empty because after a long while, one will not remember why all this busyness, and why all this emptiness.
Through this tragedy, and by the love of God. I've learned to embrace it, and make it a part of me and who I am as of today.
Right after my miscarriage, I called my best friend from California. It was 3 AM for her and 7AM for me. That morning was the day after the bad news. Tim had gone to work in total despair and I was extremely alone and scared. My best friend wept with me on the phone. Occasionally, I would wail on top of my lunges, and she stayed patiently on the other side of the phone weeping softly.
That phone call was the starting point of my healing.
After that, my mom flew in from California, my friends came to see me and bring me food and flowers, people wrote emails and made calls to show their sympathy, church ladies prayed for me during Bible study meetings.
All this love and support prevented me from shutting myself out. I was open to conversations in regards to this specific topic. I was willing to share my experience with others, especially those who were going through the same thing. I was free to admit that at times I felt sad and disappointed, and this feeling was reoccurring and there was no way I could control it. I was also honest to admit that sometimes I felt jealous about other mothers and their cute babies.
I am simply a human being.
Even though this event was not the highlight of our three years here in Boston, but it is definitely one of the most memorable and important one ever. Who knows, it might just be the highlight of our time here in God's eyes. Because of it, Tim and I learned the preciousness of life; God is the giver and creator of life, not us. We learned to love each other even more than before, our love has deepened from sharing joy and happiness to going through the valley of shadow of death. We learned to treasure each other and the partnership which God bestowed on us with the seal of our marriage. We learned to trust God more after realizing how fragile and powerless we really are. We thought was could control our own lives, but we really can't control anything, even the falling of our hairs from our heads.
I want to share this with my blog readers because I know that none of us have a perfect and trouble-free life. I want to encourage you to embrace the life experiences that make up who you are, whether they be good or bad. Don't be afraid to open up, you'll be surprised how many people share your pain and understand what you're going through. Mostly importantly, don't fill your life with busyness and noise just to block out the pain that's there hidden underneath your throbbing heart.
If you feel alone and scared, call out to Jesus. He can save your life and your soul.
Through the whole last year and this year, I ask one thing from Jesus, "Have mercy on me, oh Lord!"
"Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness."
Lamentations 3:22-23
8.30.2010
Tim's Peking Duck
On Friday, Tim brought home a duck from Chinatown. The whole day Saturday he worked on it according to a recipe he found online. It turned out to be a success. But I must say, the whole process took many hours. We also went all over town to find the proper tools and cookwares for the duck. Haha, it was fun. When the duck was being roasted, the whole house smelled so good. After we finished all the duck meat, Tim used the leftover bones to make a duck broth. So yummy. My husband is turning out to be quite a chef. ^^
8.26.2010
8.25.2010
Green Mountain, Vermont
Saturday came around, Tim and I woke up super early for some strange reason, and we headed over to IHOP for breakfast. After three hours of doing nothing in particular, the time was only 10 AM. I suggested to Tim that we should do something. And our last minute decision was to Green Mountains, Vermont out of total randomness. So off we went.
It was the last weekend of summer. There weren't many tourists anymore. The whole mountain was very quiet and serene. We just drove through the mountains and stopped whenever we wanted. No plans, purely trying to enjoy nature.
We came to this small State Park (forgot the name), and as soon as we went inside, we were utterly and completely taken over by the void of noises. No humans were there except the two of us. Not a single noise was heard besides chirping from the birds. At that moment, I realized why we need to retreat from daily life. Because these moments of silence bring us back to what our first love is or should be —— God, and not the world.
We filled our world with noises. AC, fridge, computer, TV, mp3, traffic... We tuned out to these noises, but they still exist everywhere. But being in the mountains was different. The real silence and tranquility was finally found.
We didn't talk much until we came to a little town. We didn't want to disturb the crazy silence. It was crazy indeed, I wasn't used to it. It made me want to fall asleep but at the same time it made me want to take a deep breath and be wide awake to enjoy every moment of this calmness.
Out trip was refreshing, energizing and peaceful. And that's how we roll.
It was the last weekend of summer. There weren't many tourists anymore. The whole mountain was very quiet and serene. We just drove through the mountains and stopped whenever we wanted. No plans, purely trying to enjoy nature.
We came to this small State Park (forgot the name), and as soon as we went inside, we were utterly and completely taken over by the void of noises. No humans were there except the two of us. Not a single noise was heard besides chirping from the birds. At that moment, I realized why we need to retreat from daily life. Because these moments of silence bring us back to what our first love is or should be —— God, and not the world.
We filled our world with noises. AC, fridge, computer, TV, mp3, traffic... We tuned out to these noises, but they still exist everywhere. But being in the mountains was different. The real silence and tranquility was finally found.
We didn't talk much until we came to a little town. We didn't want to disturb the crazy silence. It was crazy indeed, I wasn't used to it. It made me want to fall asleep but at the same time it made me want to take a deep breath and be wide awake to enjoy every moment of this calmness.
Out trip was refreshing, energizing and peaceful. And that's how we roll.
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