I love how I don't need to write about spiritual significances when I write.
I am so amused at the marathon water station voluntares shouting below my home at 5 in the morning.
I remember and miss the first time I hit water and dived to 15m.
I remember and do not miss the first time I hit Hong Kong waters and dived to 5m in pitch dark.
I see angels and demons.
It is so difficult to love her sometimes - my friend and my sister whom i am called to serve.
I love God's presence at anhop.

Because writing is like breathing to me.

my simple statement of the day.

Lost ... and found.

It has hit me. I can't believe I lost my journal in Taiwan. What the heck?!

But then, I loose - and I gain more than I loose. It always happens like this. A principle of God.

I have no profound inspiration compelling me to move the tips of my fingers on the mac keyboard.

What I do have is this bursting lump of extravagant love compelling me to live a life of difference.

one of my favorite photos :)