growing pains

P+Rs last Sunday was good. It felt like everyone that had left were still there, I can still envision those times of worshipping and prayers together. Our new group has a different dynamic, but I felt the same joy in my heart fellowshipping with them. Each year brings many changes, and I'm trying to get used to saying good-bye, but I don't want to.

Pris + Jesse, I'll miss you two dearly, but I'll con't to hold you in my heart.

ACF last night was something else. I'm not really involved outwardly this year, just trying to make it out Fridays and stuff. So many faces, it feels like 100 new ones...and it's difficult building relationships all over again. Anyways, we had open mic sharing, and some very honest opinions were shared to the group. It almost made my heart break to hear them. What was truly amazing was that though our group had flaws and have hurt one another, we want to see God move, and we want more. What encouraged me was that though individuals were unhappy, hurt, or disillusioned, we were all still committed to one another. It would've been easier to keep things quiet, and walk away from problems and leave ACF, but we as a family were mature and brave enough to face the issues. Love does cover a multitude of sins. And we gathered at the front as one body, and repented, prayed for forgiveness, unity, and love for the body.
The Lord was there, and it was good to see how ACF began again last night. Praises to God!

A man that does not get angry is a moral cripple.

-Roger Shuttleworth

Certain things that I see do not sit right with me. It troubles me as I see another stumble or settle for a lie. I want to say what's on my mind, and for the most I do. But there are consequences from spelling things out for people. Roger says as a parent, he knows more about his children than what they let him in on. He doesn't say anything because he loves them.

It's been a great Thanksgiving weekend at home, my cranberry sauce, stuffing, and pumpkin pie tarts were a hit, as was my mom's turkey. :) A few ripples of not-so-funness with the now 2 year standoff set against my family. It still hurts hearing lies spread about my parents, coming from my relatives. Just as I thought my cousins and I were fine, us Hsu sisters were all deleted as friends on Facebook. Seems like the Hsu boycott committee imposed new standards, so why did you add us as friends in the first place? Nothing surprises me anymore. Nonetheless, I am thankful, and the Lord is in control.