It's been a very busy couple of weeks, hard to believe the spring break was just 2 weeks ago.
Spring break is when I pack in all the appointments for everyone. I get a break from teaching and meetings with students, but I still need to catch up on grading and finishing up miscellaneous things I didn't have time to do.
For Bun Bun alone, we had a dentist and eye appointments. She did very well for the dentist - no cavities; although, she didn't like to be held down and have metal probes in her mouth. Who does?
At the eye appointment, a young opthalmologist fellow managed to entertain while examine her eyes with his iPhone (playing some songs by a popsicle with a bag of frozen peas playing the drums, jamming about eating healthy...). No tears there. Sadly, he did find that Bun Bun needs glasses. She is near-sighted. Much of this could be genetics (from her daddy, of course!) but could be from her obsession with the iPad.
The girl loves watching Curious George and Signing Time on the iPad. She also loves playing with some of the apps and looking through pictures of herself. It has been one way to keep her entertained while she eats her meals. It has also been a very bad babysitter.
Bun Bun typically likes to lunge forward in front of the devices just like she stands right in front of the TV, maybe because she has been having trouble seeing all along with her near-sightedness and/or it's just something all kids do. With the diagnosis, we've decided to deny her of TVs and iPads, cold turkey.
Hence, the hunger strike!
For about a week, it was very hard to coax to eat her meals without George or Signing Time. She would demand a look through 婆婆's bag to double and triple check to be sure that 婆婆 really didn't bring her iPad.
It has gotten better. She has been reading books and drawing a lot more. Now that it's finally starting to get warm outside, we'll be letting her run around in the yard. Hopefully, her eyesight won't get worse.
Those glasses? We'll wait until May to reassess. I'm pretty sure she will need something when she officially starts pre-school in July.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
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Saturday, March 1, 2014
Legacy
I suppose it is kind of morbid to talk about death, but this post isn't really about that. It's a reflection on a sermon series from Alistair Begg, "What Is Your Legacy". Uncle Ali preached from 2 Timothy 4:1-8 and reflected on the people in his life that have left godly legacies. This got me thinking.
What will my legacy be?
Will I be missed when I'm not around anymore?
Will people say that I did the best I possibly could for my family? My friends?
Will former students say that I left deep impacts on their lives and careers?
Most importantly, will anyone say that they saw Christ in action because of something I said or did?
John and I recently had to write an one-page testimony, in part, to officially join the membership of our church. It forced me to think about the people who had impacted my decision to trust Jesus.
Almost 25 years ago, a young woman fittingly named Liberty was the youth group leader at the church we were attending. She was soft-spoken and epitomized gentleness. At least, this is what I remembered most about her. One week before my mom, sister, and I were to be baptized, she sat me down and asked me what "grace" meant to me. I told her that it reminded me of ballerinas because they were GRACEful. I can only now imagine what Liberty thought when I told her this. She patiently explained that it's like someone coming to me if I were in jail and told me that he would set me free and take my prison sentence instead. Indeed, this is exactly what Christ did on the cross to free me from the penalties of sin. I think that's when the heart knowledge of God really began to take root in me. Liberty's legacy is one seed sown in this heart.
There must have been countless souls who prayed for me and my family over the years. I may never remember or even know who they were. Yet, their prayer lives are the legacy that they will leave behind.
What will my legacy be? I now ask myself. I hope I will seize every opportunity to leave a good one.
I hope some day, I will see Liberty again and thank her for her faithfulness.
What will my legacy be?
Will I be missed when I'm not around anymore?
Will people say that I did the best I possibly could for my family? My friends?
Will former students say that I left deep impacts on their lives and careers?
Most importantly, will anyone say that they saw Christ in action because of something I said or did?
John and I recently had to write an one-page testimony, in part, to officially join the membership of our church. It forced me to think about the people who had impacted my decision to trust Jesus.
Almost 25 years ago, a young woman fittingly named Liberty was the youth group leader at the church we were attending. She was soft-spoken and epitomized gentleness. At least, this is what I remembered most about her. One week before my mom, sister, and I were to be baptized, she sat me down and asked me what "grace" meant to me. I told her that it reminded me of ballerinas because they were GRACEful. I can only now imagine what Liberty thought when I told her this. She patiently explained that it's like someone coming to me if I were in jail and told me that he would set me free and take my prison sentence instead. Indeed, this is exactly what Christ did on the cross to free me from the penalties of sin. I think that's when the heart knowledge of God really began to take root in me. Liberty's legacy is one seed sown in this heart.
There must have been countless souls who prayed for me and my family over the years. I may never remember or even know who they were. Yet, their prayer lives are the legacy that they will leave behind.
What will my legacy be? I now ask myself. I hope I will seize every opportunity to leave a good one.
I hope some day, I will see Liberty again and thank her for her faithfulness.
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