Christmas 2007

We celebrated Christmas at Ruth & Philip’s today. We managed but sure missed dad. The kids went crazy with their presents and all the adults went crazy because the kids were running around and screaming loudly.

After everyone opened their presents, we each slowly found a warm corner and took nap. Napping was the best thing to do at a cold cloudy day….

Maria slept on the futon….
Mom slept in the kids’ tents….
Joseph took a corner in the living room….
Cindy slept in one of the guest room beds….
Ruth & Jeremiah napped together….
I slept by the windows with 2 pillows and 2 blankets….

Isaac didn’t nap – he played with his new toys.
Philip didn’t nap – he too played with his new toys.

We also got an itemized hospital bill for my father’s hospital stay. The grand total was around $210,000 for the 9-days/8-nights stay at the hospital. Thank God that dad was insured under mom’s medical coverage; we would have to sell our house to pay for his medical bill if he weren’t covered. It’s so expensive.

Christmas Window Shopping

After having dim sum with a sister from the local ACM choir yesterday afternoon, I went Christmas window shopping. It was fun walking around Chinatown and pretending that I was exploring Chinatown for the very first time like a tourist. It was fun. After about hour and half walking around Chinatown, I walked to SF Centre to meet up with another sister to do some serious Christmas Window Shopping. Then, I ran into the most gorgeous looking Asian guy walking down Market Street.

First glance, he’s tall (about 6-feet tall), well built (weighs about 160) and walks like a model.
Double take, he’s got thick jet black shaggy hair (perfect length – not too long and not too short), beautiful face (almond shaped eyes, nice straight nose and full lips) and speaking Korean. He looked very familiar and I think I might have seen him somewhere before. Wait…. I think I’ve seen him on TV before from that super slow Korean soup “Winter Sonata”.

So, I think I ran into Bae Yong Joon…. Or someone else who looks very much like him in SF…. Hahaha.....

You say vs. God says

My cousin sent me the below email to encourage me. Here it is....

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You say vs. God says

You say: "It's impossible"
God says: All things are possible = (Luke 18:27)

You say: "I'm too tired"
God says: I will give you rest = (Matthew 11:28-30)

You say: "Nobody really loves me"
God says: I love you = (John 3:1 6 & John 3:34)

You say: "I can't go on"
God says: My grace is sufficient = (II Corinthians 12:9 & Psalm 91:15)

You say: "I can't figure things out"
God says: I will direct your steps = (Proverbs 3:5- 6)

You say: "I can't do it"
God says: You can do all things = (Philippians 4:13)

You say: "I'm not able"
God says: I am able = (II Corinthians 9:8)

You say: "It's not worth it"
God says: It will be worth it = (Roman 8:28)

You say: "I can't forgive myself"
God says: I forgive you = (I John 1:9 & Romans 8:1)

You say: "I can't manage"
God says: I will supply all your needs = (Philippians 4:19)

You say: "I'm afraid"
God says: I have not given you a spirit of fear = (II Timothy 1:7)

You say: "I'm always worried and frustrated"
God says: Cast all your cares on ME = (I Peter 5:7)

You say: "I'm not smart enough"
God says: I give you wisdom = (I Corinthians 1:30)

You say: "I feel all alone"
God says: I will never leave you or forsake you = (Hebrews 13:5)

感恩節

上個星期四是感恩節。 感恩節一向都是我最喜歡的節日。

二十九年前的感恩節主日，父母親放下自己的成就與事業，從香港移民來美國。
父親放下了浸會和港大的教書事業、母親放下了托兒所老師的事業，移民來美國，希望他們的四個兒女們會有美好的前途。

今年的感恩節非常難過。 雖然有很多親人來到我們家，很熱鬧，但我總是在找那個很久都沒有看見的背影。
感恩節飯後，大伙兒一齊照相，但我總是在找那個很久都沒有看見的大光頭。

心裡雖然是很難過，但我照樣的感謝主給了我一位愛主、愛家、愛學習的父親。

父親回天家己經一個月了。 心底裡很想念他。

My beloved father

A 2-minute tribute to my late father

James Han-Sing Liu

December 20, 1932 - October 27, 2007

My father loved every single one of his children dearly. He expressed his love to each of us differently and uniquely. To me, my father was more than just my father; he was also my dear friend.

Since I am still living at home and being a “home-body”, I get to spend a lot of time with my parents, especially my father. My father and I used to sit by the kitchen table and talk. We would talk about politics, arts, music, relationships and religion. Sometimes our talks would turn into debates. Sometimes those debates would turn into arguments because we have very different view points. Sometimes those arguments would turn into fights and once in a long while our fights would last for a few days and we would avoid each other until one of us say sorry and ask for forgiveness from the other person.

My father was my biggest fan. He loved me and supported whatever I wanted to do. When I wanted to be baptized again, he honored my decision and encouraged me to do so. When I ran into painter’s block, he bought me art books, supplies, gave me painting hints and showed me special technique so that I could overcome my painter’s block. To encourage me, he even bought me an expensive easel to use. When I went onto mission trips, my father would pray for me and for my teams. Whenever I come home from my mission trips, he would wait up for me and ask me how things went for the day or for the week. He was so supportive to me that he has even mentioned me in his very last sermon.

I thank the Lord for giving me my beloved father and I praise God that I had the privilege to be one of his children. I thank Jesus for dying on the cross us. He has triumphed over death so that whoever believes in Him shall live with Him.

I miss my father very much. Even though he is no longer with us now, he is with Jesus in Heaven. He is probably talking up a storm with my dear Jesus. I know that when my turn comes to go see my Maker, my father will be standing next to my dear Lord Jesus, waiting to give me a big hug.

難過

難過.... 圓爸爸不在了。
想念.... 何時再可細談。

心中有好多話想跟你說。
很想再抱你。
很想再吻你。
很想再摸你。

再也看不到你的背影。
再也聽不到你的笑聲。
再也聽不到你的歌聲。
再也聽不到你的鼓勵。
再也吃不到你做的菜。

I miss you 爸爸。
我好miss you, 爸爸。

心痛、痛哭

喜歡你，但不敢告訢你，因為怕失去你。
只敢在那偷偷地暗戀你。

愛上你，但不敢告訢你，因為怕失去你。
只好在那默默地去愛你。

告訢你，我喜歡你，你會同樣的喜歡我嗎？
告訢你，我愛你，你會因樣的愛我嗎？

心痛，因為你不喜歡我。
痛哭，因為你愛的不是我。

原來你一直都把我當做姊姊。
原來你一直都把我當做兄弟。

我的心痛那天才會停。
我的痛哭那天才會止。