You are the light of the world

Medical professionals are entering a war against the Corona pandemic with limited supplies.  Basic things such as masks, gowns and gloves are in short supply nation-wide and its supply is getting desperately slim in New York.  Staff are being told to reuse masks for the day, the week, or indefinitely.  Although cloth masks cannot filter out pathogens, I initially made cloth masks to deter touching my face before a thorough hand washing.  But in light of the mask shortage, I'm making and sharing my cloth mask pattern in hopes of providing a better alternative to scarves and bandannas.  Stay home.  Be safe.  God bless.

And to all my essential personnel, you are the light of the world (Matthew 5:14a)

Cloth Mask Pattern

2- 7"x7" cotton fabric

2- 8" elastic (1/4" width)

1 straightened large paper clip

Fig 1 sew elastic between the two right sided fabrics

Fig 2 Sew across elastic sides and the top

Fig 3 turn project inside out so pattern faces you

Fig 4 hem the bottom edge and sew pleats along the left and right side 

Fig 5 completed mask.  

Add straighten paper clip along top edge to form to nose

My instructions

Life is a gift

It sounds cliche but life is precious.  We run about our day annoyed with traffic, angry about forgotten socks on the floor, or complain about our love handles.  But listen to me.

LIFE IS PRECIOUS.  LIFE IS A GIFT.

Don't wait for someone to be gone to realize how amazing they are.
Cherish the people around you.  Love one another well.
Your life is precious.  Love yourself.  Take care for yourself physically, mentally, and emotionally.  Life is a gift.  Unwrap this gift and use it.  Make this world better than the way you found it.

So go.  Give out an extra hug or kiss tonight.  Make that phone call or text to make a lunch date.  Watch how the sky burst with color at sunset or smell the salt air as you walk down the beach.  Listen to the kids fight and laugh together.  Take a mental health break to recharge your heart and mind.

I wish you joy and happiness, my friends.  Live well. 

Kid-friendly prayer-centered Lent

As usual, the Lenten season sneaks up on me, but I want to be intentional with my faith and hopefully help my kids develop their own faith in the process.  During the Advent season we prepare our hearts for the birth of Jesus.  And during the season of Lent, I want us to prepare our hearts and acknowledge the gift of salvation that was accomplished on Easter.  People of different faiths have different observances for Lent.  Some will fast from foods as a form of self-denial and/or practice of self-control.  Others will spend more time in prayer and performing acts of service.  Whatever you choose to do, may it be God honoring.  And here is what I've chosen to do this year with my kids and I've listed other ideas I've tried in the past. 
-God Bless

Sacrifice Beads - 2019
I'm so excited about this idea.  I get to involve my children in a craft that is easy to do.  Bonus since I already have the supplies in my houses.  And I'm encouraging them to pray daily and throughout the day too.  Instructions can be found with the link above.  Two ways we'll be using this:
1.  Slide a bead down every time you pray for someone or complete an act of kindness.  I've even added letter beads so we can pray for each person in the family
2.  Slide the bead down as you recite a memory verse (ex. a bead for each line of the "The Lord's Prayer" or for each word of a memory verse)

Prior ideas:
Reverse Lent - Karen Ehman
Take up something to do versus giving up something

Sacrifice Beans - Lacy Rabideau
Place a bean in the jar for each time you did something for Lent, on Easter morning all the beans are "transformed" into celebratory jelly beans

I wish you could stay like this forever

I wish you could stay like this forever.  You're the perfect size to sit on my lap and wrap your little arms around my neck.  Your perfect kisses warm my cheeks.  Your "love you"s melt my heart.  Can we spend forever like this?  Where you believe I'm the center of your world and it can be "just the two of us".  I wish every morning was like this, where we can joyfully play rounds and rounds of bingo.  When we are content just sitting next to one another. 

But no.  As much as I would love to freeze time I know there is so much more of you to experience.  There are many more years to grow together.  So I'll just be thankful for the gift God has given me.  Just promise me you'll take your time growing up.

The Best Part of the Mango... Is The Pit?

Several years ago we had a baby shower for our dear friend.  There was lots of food and delicious cake.  Add on a couple of games too.  After a while we sat down and all the ladies were asked to share something about their mom.  I don't remember the exact question, but perhaps something special that she did or that you appreciate about your mom.  People might not realize, but this is actually a difficult question for me.  Most Asian parents kind of love you from afar.  They don't hug or kiss.  They don't offer much praise (wouldn't want you to get a big head).  They provide for you and you're somehow suppose to know that they care and love you.  When I graduated college, it was my aunt who told me my parents were proud of me.  I had not even considered the idea.  So as I pondered the question, I didn't know what to say.  My mom was an immigrant.  She worked 6 days a week, 12 hr days, so I rarely saw her when I was growing up.  But I know I love my mom.  So what do I appreciate?  Here comes the mango story.

Do you know how to cut up a mango?  There is an oval pit and the flesh is on both sides of the pit.  My mom would slice lengthwise across the mango and give the flesh side to me and my sister.  One side for the each of us.  Mom would save the pit for herself.  One day I asked her why she didn't eat the flesh and she said the pit was the best part.  I don't know about you, but I've had the pit.  It may be sweet, but there isn't much to eat there and it is often stringy.  But once I had children of my own, I finally understood.  Just like my mom, I give my children the flesh halves and save the pit for myself.  Why?  Because I want to give them the best part.  My mom didn't have a lot of time to spend with us, but whatever she did, she gave her best to her children.  She gave the best years of her life to support her family.  She worked hard to provide us with meals, a home, and clothing.  And she gave us the best part of the mango because she loved us.  Through her sacrifices I see her love for us.  This is what I will cherish.  

One of the things I struggle to teach my 5 year old is that God is real even when we don't see Him.  My son has to go by my faith and trust that I am telling him the truth.  But we tell him what we believe with our heart, that God sent his Son, Jesus, as our atoning sacrifice.  That God's sacrificial love for us is the source of our love and gratitude for Him.  Behind the mask, I know my mom loves me.  She doesn't always say it with words, but I can tell by her actions.  I know it's hard to believe in a God who seems invisible, but I know He loves me by what he has done.  Because of his daily provisions in my life.  Because of the powerful way He works in the lives of others.  Because of his son, Jesus.

I'll end with a song of worship.  I sang this as an offertory a couple weeks ago.  What a great way to remember the enormity of the grace that we've been given.  It's like an avalanche.

Like An Avalanche - Hillsong United
Click on the link above to hear it on Youtube

Beautiful God
Laying Your majesty aside
You reached out in love to show me life
Lifted from darkness into light
Oh

King for a slave
Trading Your righteousness for shame
Despite all my pride and foolish ways
Caught in Your infinite embrace
Oh

And I find myself here on my knees again
Caught up in grace like an avalanche
Nothing compares to this love love love
Burning in my heart

Saviour and Friend
Breathing Your life into my heart
Your word is the lamp unto my path
Forever I'm humbled by Your love
Oh

And I find myself here on my knees again
Caught up in grace like an avalanche
Nothing compares to this love love love
Burning in my heart

Take my life
Take all that I am
With all that I am I will love You
Take my heart
Take all that I have
Jesus how I adore You

And I find myself here on my knees again
Caught up in grace like an avalanche
Nothing compare to this love love love

Happy 14th Valentine Birthday to Me

Like many teenagers, I felt awkward about myself.  I had the coke bottle glasses, badly permed hair, did poorly in school, and was kind of shy.  I slowly grew out of this phase.  Mom finally got me contacts, I still had bad perms, but I started to do well in school and slowly became more outgoing.  But I think those early years took root in my heart.  I didn't feel like I belonged. I strived to be liked and to feel special.  That's when the world of boys came in. 

For many years boys did not pay attention to me.  I envied the popular girls and how boys seem to hoover over them.  So when I got the slightest attention from a boy, I was thrilled.  But teenage romances don't last long.  And my heart was broken.  And so the cycle continued time and time again.  It happened through high school. I happened again through college.  If I wasn't dating, I felt empty.  When I was in a relationship, it was never enough.  When it was over, there was a void. And every time, I lost a little bit of my heart. 

Then 14 years ago, my friends from InterVarsity Christian Fellowship invited me to a True Love retreat on Valentine's weekend.  I gave every excuse not to go.  In the very end I just stated financial reasons for not going.  Wouldn't you know it, they gave me a scholarship to attend the retreat.  Oh fine.  I struggled with my personal relationships, my self esteem was low, there was a family crisis going on.  I guess a weekend away would be a good distraction.  It turned out to be the best distraction for me.  I attended sessions where I learned of a love that would satisfy my every thirst.  I learned of a love that was unconditional and never failing.  This was love that would never disappoint.  This was love that would not break my heart, but heal it.  It was God's love that I had been waiting for all this time.  And I didn't have to do a thing to earn it.  And although it was still freely given, it came at a high cost to Jesus.  And so it began that weekend, when I invited God into my life.  And so began my spiritual journey, made extra sweet because of the knowledge of God's love for me on that special Valentine's Day.

Luke 15:20 - But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him

I John 3:16 - This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us

Where is your Spiritual Traffic Light?

Our son's kindergarten teacher has implemented a new traffic light system.  I guess it's been harder to keep the 20+ kids to pay attention in class lately.  You get a bunch of kids together, they are bound to fool around.

Every student starts the day on a green light.  As kids start fooling around they get warnings.  Repeated warnings move you to the yellow light.  The child is asked to think about how to make good decisions and how to behave better.  Continued misbehavior moves you to the red light where she sends a note or calls home so that the parents can speak with the child at home regarding his/her behavior.  At the beginning of each day each student starts with a clean slate, back on the green light again.

What I like about this concept is that it's not all about policing the kids.  The goal is to get the kids to think about their actions while they are on yellow so that they can learn to make better choices in the future.  Hopefully as time goes on, they won't need warnings and stay on the green light on their own.  And I think it's working.  My son often comes home and gives me a thumbs up saying, "It's a green day!"

I have started adapting this at home too.  Because I'm tired of yelling.  I want him to think about his actions and choose what is better.  I don't want to be the tyrant.  I want to guide him and teach him.  So now we try to stay on the green light at home too.

How about you and me?  It dawned on me that I can use this concept in my spiritual life.  What am I doing daily to stay on the green light?  Are there things in my life, attitudes in my heart, inching me toward the yellow light?  Am I driving with a heavy foot, trying to sneak through the yellow, only to get caught with a ticket running through a red light?  Am I living my life too fast to notice the traffic signal and ending up breaking hard at the crosswalk?

Remember, friends, God gives us the Holy Spirit and scripture to guide us through this life.  He wants what is best for you.  He wants you to grow and make good decisions on your own.  How are we going to hear what God has to say to us?  Spend time reading the scriptures and pray.  Is the Holy Spirit warning you about anything?  Teaching you about anything?

When I was a teenager, I showed my mom my report card.  She was disappointed that one of my grades went from a 96 to a 95.  My goodness.  What can I do to earn her approval?  So I asked my teacher if I could bump my grade up by doing some extra credit work.  And it worked.  I got my 95 bumped up to a 96.  I happily showed my mom who said, "It doesn't matter to me whether you get a 95 or a 96.  I want you to want high grades without me telling you to."

God would love to see us like minded with him.  It's not about earning approval.  Dear friends, God is not suppose to be a tyrant.  He loves us like a parent.  He wants to train us for the better.  He desires us to love what he loves and to live that way too.  And you know what, even if we miss occasionally, it's okay.  Because that ticket you got for going through that spiritual red light, it's been paid for by Jesus.  That sin of pride or greed has been spotted by God, but he forgives those who repents and confess it (I John 1:9).  And lucky us, we get to start on the green light every day.  Because His compassions never fail.  For his mercies are new every morning, great is His faithfulness (Lam 3:23).