Being a Missionary's Kid

Alot of times when people ask me, "Do you miss your parents?" I always say no. Most people think I enjoy the freedom that's why I answer that way. I guess it's partly true. Just that I also think unless you are a missionary's kid, there is something always in the deepest corner of your heart that's hard to talk about.

Alot of kids in this world are separated from their parents. Could be short term like for example the parents are always at work, or long term because the parents have settled their kids oversea. As a kid you can miss them, you can ask them to come back, you can worry that something might happen to them one day and you are not by their side.

Well, as a missionary kid, you can really do none of that. Their faith becomes your faith because that's the only way. Your faith can only lie in God. You cannot ask them back because they are serving God, you cannot worry for them because God is already watching. Talking about being there if they get into trouble, well, that's just not going to happen.

Before my parents took off on their 3 years term, alot of paper work was done. One of them involved my brother and I. We were told clearly, and asked to agree, that the mission organization hold no responsibility of my parents death if that should happen. Our cell phone numbers were given to the officials so they could contact us should they need to call us at anytime to deliver "news".

Everyday my parents go to different places deep in China to spread the Gospel. Not too long ago they were caught and locked up for questioning. I didn't know about this until they came out alive and told the tale. Next time I could be getting a call from the mission organization saying that my parents are caught again and they couldn't track them down. That could very well be the end of it and most of the time, bodies wouldn't be found.

Almost everyday when I think about my wedding next year I wonder if my parents could make it back safely by then.

2 months ago my dad was really sick. We were trying to send him to better hospitals in bigger cities for a thorough checkup but my dad refused. It took at least 3 weeks to finally convince him to take our advises. When my dad was away for his checkup my mom skyped me and asked me if I had ever realized that it's truely God's blessings to have my dad walk me down the aisle on my wedding day.

I thought,

"Of course I have thought about that.
I have thought about that long before my dad is sick.
I really look forward to that day when he walks me down the aisle.
I am just not sure if he can, yet."


So when someone asks if I miss my parents,
These are all that go through my mind,
if you know what I mean.

Rennovation of my room

I asked for few days off before and after this long weekend, so I had been home since last Thursday. Since we will not be moving into a new house after our wedding next year, I really want to make my current room special for us. I've chosen to paint my room in 2 tones of purple, bought a bed frame and finally today, we bought our new mattress.

It's a memory foam bed that comes with spring box and 2 x memory foam pillows. It's super comfortable and I just can't wait to sleep on it...

Banquet Hall

I cannot sleep.

I keep on telling myself it's just a banquet hall.
It's nothing big if I look at it in a long run.

I still can't sleep.

I am spending nearly $30K on such an event, once in a life time. I want it to be as close to my dream banquet as possible.
I must have spent at least 2 months worth of off work hours to search through websites, visit locations, punching calculator, scratching my head trying to figure out the best combination of style, food quality and price.
I can't find what I want but I still need to pick one.

I can't sleep.

My dad lectures me a couple of times about how a wedding should focus on glorifying God and thanksgiving. I can't agree more, but that doesn't take away the fact that I have to pick a decent banquet hall. At least I have to find one that can bring a smile to my face. I don't think God wants to see a bride that just wants to get it over with.

I can't sleep.

We are suppose to finalize our decision this weekend after seeing our last 2 options. Our time is running out and most of the nice banquet halls are already fully booked.
I want to give up hosting one but I don't think I can get away with this easy.

I can't sleep.

I can't sleep.

I really can't sleep.

The Ring

It's more than just a ring.
It's even more than just a diamond ring.

I've seen friends receiving it, wearing it, and the smiles on their faces. Now I realize it's not that simple. It's light on my finger, but it draws deep into my heart. It carries a promise of liability & responsibility. And when I accept it the promise lands on my shoulder to honor it.

I see myself different.
No words can describe how it is.
I am not the same even to myself.

Engagement

This past week I have been very busy at work. Yesterday projects were pouring in. Today everybody was already asking me for all kinds of reports. I hardly had anytime to eat. I was so stressful and busy that a 2:30pm meeting was prospond till 4:50pm. Obviously by the time it was over it's already well pass 5:30pm. That meeting was actually a meeting with the merchandise assistant, and the only reason a MA wanted to see me would be passing me even more stuff to do. So after the meeting I thought I really should just sit at the office till 10pm to at least catch up some work. However my boss told me to go home, plus JK & Glor called me out for dinner so I decided to deal with the mess tomorrow instead. Little did I know that ron was already waiting outside my house. Little did I know that he got me a big bunch of beautiful flowers. Little did I know, that he was going to propose, this very night.















Thank you everyone that came to dinner to congratulate and celebrate our engagement with us. I was tired from work but this was definitely a very nice surprise.

Thank you my dearest for spending so much effort and heart in preparing a special evening for me. You always manage to pull a surprise on me so well.

After the dinner, Ron came to my house for some quiet time. Before he left we had a prayer together.

Thank you God for giving me such a wonderful man. I couldn't ask for anything more. He is better than anything I can imagine, and still improving everyday. May we continue to be a blessing to brothers and sisters around us, and daily testimonies to those that have not believed. Amen.