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I don’t know whether I slipped or leapt to embrace you but I do know that you are mine. Hello, new year.

Oh Hello

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A Union, A Birth


My brother and sister-in-law. Photo Credit goes to their friend, Alexander Roy 

My brother and sister-in-law’s friends are pretty legit – I had the chance to hang with them during the wedding recently.

They embrace life and community as a changing flux but hold each other closely.

As creative folk, they constantly evolve their thinking process and add to their narratives from the experiences and people they encounter. They yearn for doing work that gives life to them and life to others. And they don’t take bullshit because they know when things beyond them are worth releasing and jobs are worth quitting.

They know we are not yet home but they don’t spend time coasting. They get dirty in the hustle and the struggle until the dirt under their nails becomes a sweet aroma. Success is not a bar to reach but a wrestling that sometimes results in a bloody, cut eye. It’s like an injury that you’re not sure how or why you got it. But it’s there, so you wear it as your victory badge until it blends into the lines around your eyes when you laugh about it.

Before you know it, their casual words waft in across your temples, sinks down into your chest, past the pit of your stomach, and roots into your loins. It loosens the scales you have carried from birth and ones you gained through learning, leaving you naked but fully accepted. Then it births a tingle that clothes your skin and sets in as a patina on your spirit.

And you know you can’t go back, you can’t unhear. The cries of new birth cannot be stifled because all a new babe knows is how to cry for attention. And its cries erupt in my chest as I say my goodbyes, not knowing when I might see them again. As we part, I turn back to my babe, not yet adulterated. And I strap her close to my chest, knowing now that I am hers as much as she is mine.



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Return of the Boy Band?

With British boy bands One thing and The Wanted making it into the US radio, can we expect the return of the boy band? Not sure, but their songs sure are catchy. =]

The Lai (pronounced “Lie”) Family Garden

I arrived home this afternoon and just before dinner my mom took me to water the garden. The first fruits of the garden have yet to be tasted but the garden is one of the first fruits of the united Lai family. =]

Hello Mother Lai! She’s proud of all these things taking life in the garden. =D


Senior Bucket List

Last year coming up, so gotta make it good. =] Tentative so feel free to add/comment and I will LOVE IT if you could help me finish them. I will edit as it’s completed. (orange  = in process or complete)

1. (Season?) Football tickets & tailgating with the Z’s

2. Watch at least 2 UIllnois Bball games

3. Japan House when it’s not 11pm at night…

4. Visit the arboretum

5. be on campus over the summer 

6. hot tub @ CRCE or sauna @ ARC (whichever one has less creepers)

7. a non-UIllinios performance at Krannert

8. vball on the sand courts by 6 pack

9. check out the UIllnois Women’s Rugby meetings

10. watch a UIllnois women’s vball game

11. run around champaign (since I ran around Urbana this semester)

12. serve at Empty Tomb

13. check out Brother’s (it seems to be a campus favorite)

14. watch the sunrise on Krannert

15. in the winter, sled down the hill past FAR

16. learn the Champaign streets

17. Babysit Cadence, my TCBC adopted baby sister – she came with the family ;P (and you can get away with anything if you have a cute little girl in your arms)

18. Sweet Corn Festival in Urbana!

Chapter Focus Week (CFW) – another year

Last week I spent 6 days with wonderful people from various UIllinois chapters and some Chicago InterVarsity chapters at CFW out in Michigan. A 6 hour drive from Champaign brought us to this beautiful place, Timberwolf Lake:

I spent time at the Leadership track with these wonderful people (pictured below) evaluating, strategizing, and praying over the chapter for the new year – not to mention sharing lots of good snacks and back rubs too =].

And of course, there was plenty of time to just play in God’s presence. It’s been a long time since I’ve hit a volleyball (I’ll definitely have to find some people to play with over the summer in Urbana) and seen glorious rolling hills of green grass.

Reflecting back on the year’s events and painful, yet beautiful, points of growth I couldn’t help but praise God. I didn’t realize at the start that by accepting a ministry position meant I was really accepting is a call to full-time ministry with accountability – at least not to the full extent I understand it now. There were definitely times throughout this year that I felt a failure at the things I was supposed to lead by example in and insecure about the weaknesses I discovered. But through those God has taught me about his tremendous faithfulness in addition to what really loving people looks like, a reflection of Matthew 5:44ish-47:

“When someone gives you a hard time, respond with the energies of prayer, for then you are working out of your true selves, your God-created selves. This is what God does. He gives his best—the sun to warm and the rain to nourish—to everyone, regardless: the good and bad, the nice and nasty. If all you do is love the lovable, do you expect a bonus? Anybody can do that. If you simply say hello to those who greet you, do you expect a medal? Any run-of-the-mill sinner does that.”

(The Message translation)

Along with that, I learned to be truly faithful in prayer. There were several interesting stories of prayer-breathed opportunities and answered prayers which blew my mind, but I won’t share them here. Feel free to ask me about them if you’d like – I won’t think you’re a creeper b/c I know what I post is public. =] It’s been a tremendous blessing to serve and to continue urging on others in growth to spread the unrelenting message of love that Christ lived. And I’ll continue to do so with these wonderful ladies (and guys too) in our dorm, LAR, next year. Our area is nowhere near perfect, but we’re learning to live out what community is.

So my plans for the summer will be to figure out what I’m doing in Urbana this summer. After some time in prayer I felt a strong sense to stay in Urbana-Champaign this summer so I took a leap of faith. As far as I know, I’ll just be taking a class at Parkland and volunteering at Carle Hospital so if you’re in town, let me know!

Bucket List: Half Marathon – CHECK!

This Saturday, Apr. 30th was the Illinois Marathon Saturday.
Thanks to Bianca for the pics! =] 

And below, Bianca and I at the finish, with our medals! =]

Thanks to all the supporters, cheerers, and other runners! And thanks for the Young family that fed us! It was scrumdidliumptious carbloading the night before. =]

That same day, I had the chance to attend a world music concert that my new Indonesian friend, Yusak (white shirt in the middle of the friends portrait), was a part of. It was his last performance before returning to Indonesia. Photos courtesy of his friend, Hoang (far right in the friends portrait).

The weekend was very restful, but more work is ahead. Thank goodness I got a care package from the Marching Illini small group =] reminding me, “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving” (Colossians 3:23-24)


Thanks for all the wonderful people I had to celebrate this 21st b-day with! =]

I love handmade, handwritten cards so thanks, girls! My roomie surprised me with the giant heart one =]

As I was doing more praying and celebrating, I was filled with an overwhelming joy and gratitude for all the relationships I have. God has taken each of them, no matter how short or long, shallow or deep, He’s revealed to me more of His joy. I know that some people tend to misinterpret my joy for naivety or innocence, and that’s ok (I misjudge others too). But it’s in spite of the things I understand about depravity that I can be joyful b/c I know of God’s hope.

“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows” (James 1:17). Aaamen.

Oh, U of I…

I’ve been noticing more of the things at UofI which make it a novel school. I started to pick up on these things more because I think it either slowed me down when I was in a rush or got my attention when I had too much time during a break.

The girls in the LAS department like to chat a lot on The John. One look at the bathroom graffiti in either the Foreign Language Building (FLB) or Davenport  will give that away. But this isn’t your everyday tagging. People have legit and hard (or absurd) questions or statements, for example, “Do open relationships work?” Then other ladies like to join in with their 2 cents. I wonder if they expect legit answers and check back every so often…

And as I was rushing to my chem exam, I needed to use the bathroom but the men’s and women’s restrooms are (almost) never symmetrical within a building. The ladies’ bathroom may be every odd floor or down 9 rooms to the right, whereas the guys’ restroom will be every even floor or 3 rooms down and to the left from the same starting place. It’s not a big deal until I really needed to go.

Oh U of I..

Blast to the Past…and the Future?

This Monday, one of my kids I tutor at Stratton was reading an Animorphs book and it brought me back to the past. I think I finished the whole series (with a few gaps in between) back in the day. A lot of tv shows and books that I’ve revisited from my childhood definitely did not feel the same as they did the first time around, but Animorphs takes the cake still. =] I didn’t know there was a TV show for it, but maybe I’ll look it up at the library for kicks.

At the same time, my time tutoring at Stratton has perhaps given me a glimpse at what might be in the future. Kids have asked me if I was a mom of one of the Asian kids in class and they have asked how old my kids are. It was pretty surprising when I heard it the first time but it got me thinking what my future might look like. M.A.S.H. anyone? =P (MASH is a silly game called Manshion, Apt, Shack, or House that tells you your future and 5th grade girls play it on the school bus during field trips)