Monthly Archives: November 2011

My weekend!

This is a picture of our drive this past weekend to Idaho.

I honestly didn’t think people lived there.

We went to see one of B’s friends get married.

The wedding was outside & it started snowing as the guests arrived.

We had a fabulous time and it was so fun to meet all of B’s closest friends.


He proposed!!

(Not at the wedding. duh)


at this gorgeous lake in McCall.

So now my hand looks like this:


He got down on one knee in the snow.

We went into town to grab coffee after the wedding and he insisted we walk

down to the lake (it was pretty much across the street from the coffee shop).

I was freezing and wearing heel booties with no socks and since we went to

the lake the day before, I really didn’t want to go.

So I said no.

And he said,”Let’s go!”

And I said no again.

And he said,’We are going.’

So I went.

We talked for a few minutes ( I say it was like 5-10 minutes and he says 2)

and I asked again if we could leave.

He said, “Alright. I better do this then.”

He set his drink down in the snow, got on one knee and asked

if I would spend the rest of my life with him.

So sometime soon I will be Mrs. Chang. I can’t wait to have his name.

I am going to be Asian.

He is moving out to the D.C area and we will go on adventures forever.

And that was my weekend.

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I have been thinking about all the random pages of my story that will never get published. The filler pages that no one really wants to read, but little paragraphs that I carry with me as I travel through the pages of my story:

1. The time that I was hanging out with my friend Toni in good ol’ Raytown, Missouri. We went to get into some trouble at a friends house and as I walked through the front yard to get to the house, I heard someone yell out the window from upstairs:


I never walk through people’s yards. Especially if they are black.

2. My family went to eat at this wonderful place called Grandy’s in KC. I was probably 10 years old. I accidentally left my purse there. I am not sure if I got the purse back, but the feeling of losing all of my little ‘precious’ things was horrible.

I have never forgotten my purse, keys or phone.

3. While in Jamaica, the group I was with went cliff jumping into a most beautiful lagoon.

I am scared of heights and big water (oceans).

I am also not the best swimmer and can only hold my breathe for about 4 seconds.

As I was mid air, I remembered all of these things.

I think this one sums up how I go about life:

Pray. Jump. Figure it out as you go. Make a beautiful memory. Don’t ever do it again. 

What are some memories that effect who you are today?

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From the journal…


Journal entry: March 23rd 2011

“My story is not for me.It is for you and your doubt and your fear and your abandonment. None of thisstuff matters. Jesus is what matters. And not that your hurt or your sorrow isnot important but it is that, despite that. Despite the mess ups and theimperfections and the failure and the rejection-Jesus. Sweet Jesus. Whispers sogently in the ears of our soul- I love you. I have a plan for you and yourlittle mess of a life. Ive got it. I know you don’t know. I know you don’ttrust and you fear, but darling daughter, you are mine. I picked you. I createdyou. I love you darling. And I, your father, your husband, your maker, willNEVER leave or forsake you. Oh sweet darling. My darling daughter. I love youmore than you could ever imagine. I knew this was going to happen. I knew it.This is not a surprise to me. I am allowing something in your soul to happenthat would not otherwise happen. I know. Cry. Feel. Weep daughter. I will showyou step by step my faithfulness. I know you don’t fully trust me. I know itshard. I will prove my faithfulness to you and you wont ever have to doubt. Butyou will. And I will prove to you over and over again. Because I love you. Youare darling to me. You can not imagine what I have for you. I smile when I seeyou trying to picture it. You can’t even fathom it. You can’t make it happen.Only through your obedience and my grace will you get there. It will be harderthan you trying to do life in your own strength because many a days you won’tknow what is next. It won’t make sense to those around you, like Noah, but knowwhat I have spoken to you daughter. Know my voice. You know my voice. You knowthe still sound of my voice. Follow that. Be gracious and follow that. I willnot leave you. I have not brought you this far to leave you. I will not leaveyou. I am not man who will leave you. I am your God. When you feel like you cango no further; keep going. It is through that push. Just like the last pushesof labor, when you feel you can push no more, that you birth the promises Ihave for you.”