It's funny. I told 3 people about this blog, and after that, I no longer really wanted to post anymore. I suppose I feel freer to say what I want to say if I'm just saying it to myself - but then that totally defeats the purpose of a blog, unless I want to keep my thoughts to myself - but then, why would I write them down (other than for writing practice or 'catharsis')? Whatever. I'll just write.

Ok, so the original idea behind this blog was to remember good things that I've experienced while in London, and since Mar 22 (the last post), a lot has happened. Well, a lot of ordinary things but still pretty cool.

In no particular order:

1) London Conference. Brother Ed shared about being a serving one. Christ is the real serving One in us.

2) Chinese-speaking Conference. Christ as our replacement is the One continuing the book of Acts as we move one with Him, in Him, by Him, and through Him.

3) Saw my parents and Ler in Espana. Woohoo. 1st Barcelona - which (to me) is like Paris, but with better weather. I can understand how it's some people's favorite city. 2nd Sevilla - we were there for Semana Santa (which kind of deserves another post, but I'm too lazy), which was surreal because it was like this sunny, festive, family atmosphere, but all these people were dressed up in KKK-type outfits, with the pointed hoods and everything. There were different colors though - not just white. Red, green, purple - you name it. They also had these gaudy religiously-themed floats in the parades, which parades were reported on Spanish television much like the annual Rose Parade in Pasadena -- 1: This float, sponsored by the Rotary Club in Sevilla, shows Mary and Joseph sitting on thrones made of papier-mache, crushed violets, and rice. They really did a good job didn't they, Maria? ' (I didn't really understand the Spanish, but that's what it seemed like anyways.) Sarah bought a chocolate 'penitent' for her friends which was pretty funny.

Other than being stuck in the middle of Semana Santa processions in the middle of medieval Spanish towns, the vacation was pretty normal, relaxing, and good family bonding time (haha - seems weird to say it, but I guess it was).

Except, during that same week, my mom told me that Lao-yi was in the hospital. She had seemed to be doing ok with the Lou Gehrig's disease. She was still active, even though she couldn't cook anymore, and needed a wheelchair (I think). But she went for a check-up and the doctor said she should stay in the hospital. From that time, I think it was about 1 week and then she went to be with the Lord. This all happened rapidly, and I suppose that it was good for her that it was quick. I only regret that I couldn't say goodbye. I loved being with her and Lao-yi fu and my grandma. They had a wealth of experiences, and I always wished that my Chinese was better (even though we could still communicate pretty well since Lao-yi's English was pretty good) so that I could learn more from them. I appreciate her faithfulness to the Lord and the ministry, that the Lord had the preeminent place in her life, and that she passed that down to us. Without fail, I would see Lao-yi and Lao-yi fu at the trainings every 6 months and I appreciated them for it.

Well, there's more, but this is good for now.