Growing Pains: Fire In My Bones

I did not expect to end my undergraduate career sleeping in my bed, with a belly full of growing pains. This is what outgrowing and moving on looks like: leaving Sodom in flames, without so much as a glance over my shoulder -- lest these old wineskins burst and ruin the new wine. Shaking the dust off my feet. When I was younger and still growing (height-wise), I would have leg aches. It made me want to stretch myself out, to kick something. My current body couldn't contain where I wanted to go, and it made me angry. Once again, my bones are groaning. Here I am, alive and kicking. I am out, restless and angry. Yet, what is this perfect peace that guards my heart?

Barefoot Kid

How beautiful upon the mountainsAre the feet of him who brings good news! Photo by Christopher Sardegna Last night it snowed. Without thinking anything of it, I slipped on my shoes (without socks), and headed out for the library. Later in the evening, I found myself in a predicament. Still sheltered under the arts building of …

בְּרָכָה (Berakhah)

Lately, for the first time, I've been having thoughts of scrapping my blog. Out of nearly four years worth of writing, do I really believe I have produced anything worthwhile?

An Interlude

Photo by Mae Mu My silence on this platform has been intentional. Maybe the day to share my grief will come sooner than I think. But I do not believe it is today. Abba, Your Spirit groans wordlessly within me. There You go, lifting my load again. You display Your glory within me. Let me …

Making Art: But Is It Waste?

Photo by Christopher Campbell Not long ago, I completed Design Discovery, an intensive architecture summer program at the Harvard Graduate School of Design. On the last day, after commencement, a friend took a video of me merrily destroying a bag full of massing models. It wasn't a cute little tote bag either -- I had …

I’m Becoming a Minimalist!

Photo by Jackson Douglas Living well. What does that mean to you? Does it fit a particular aesthetic, income level, or location? Does a good life involve a change in mindset? If so, is it hard to do? Just like every other consumer in America, I've bought into the promise that better life is just a …

Reconstruction

Photo by Christopher Burns You wouldn't ask a toddler to run a marathon. You wouldn't make her sprint 100m, even if it's a comparatively short distance for someone older, either. There's a reason why physical development happens in stages. Just because she knows how to move forward with some baby steps, doesn't mean she's ready to …

Foundations

Lately, I've gathered so much tension in my head, I figured out how to wiggle my ears. (By activating a muscle I didn't know was in my control.) Part of it is a "what if" question. One which seems so big, I can only look to God for answers, help, and hope. Part of it …

Turning Twenty

[inhales] I remain, having completed another circuit around the sun. But what does it mean to enter another decade, this time around? And specifically, what does it mean to be myself -- a young woman, of Chinese descent, living in America, in 2018 -- and to exist in that context? I remember how I felt …

Guest Post: “A Note For My Eight-Year-Old Self,” by Sun Requiem

I am grateful to be featured on the blog of my dear friend and sister in Christ.

We Wander Through writes some great content — it’s always timely — so be sure to check the rest of her stuff out!

Don’t miss her guest post on Sun Requiem: A Letter To My Eight-Year-Old Self

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A guest post by Sun Requiem. 

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A Note For My 8 Year Old Self

Oh, Gloria. You often wonder who you will be in a dozen years. (A lifetime and a half away.) Well, it’s me, and our twentieth birthday is just around the corner. You may not believe it, but I can, because I have watched the girl before me fight for each year in the life ahead of her.

I want you to know some things before you start growing up.

Although you may come last in every race you run and swim, you are far stronger than the world will ever let you know. Even though you shake and stutter when you speak, you are brave for even trying. That’s because ability doesn’t always reveal strength and courage: they are characteristics of your heart, just like curiosity and kindness. Likewise…

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