Thursday, July 11, 2013

Running and hiding


At times, I write and write, trying to get my thoughts across when nobody seems to listen.

At times, I draw and draw and fold, trying to make my hands busy and my anxieties away from my mind.

At times, I cry and cry, very hard that once my head ached like it was going to explode. Painkillers came to my rescue. I always remember, I have cried much since I was little. Why do you hurt me?

At times, I sleep and sleep many hours and refuse to wake up, when I am under much stress that I can't handle. While sleeping, surely I pray over and over not to wake up anymore. Can't wait to be home with Jesus.

Paul said, "To live is Christ and to die is gain." It is surely what keeps me from ending my life. Then also I thought, what right do I have in my young age to end my life? So many other people are older or have much more difficult lives. Why can't I have strength? Where does my faith go--the faith to believe that God knows what I am going through--the turmoil in my heart--and will make things right for my and His sake.

I realize I have been running a lot in my life. Wherever there is pain, I go away. Wherever there is a threat, I leave. Wherever there is joy, I want to stay. That place I find mostly in the simplest places, with sincere friends, simple house, simple lifestyle. My heart feels light because there is no lying, mocking, greed, .. and crazy people. Hey, this is what heaven is like. This is what life will be after Jesus comes again. Oh, how I long for it. How I so long for it that I wouldn't trade it with anything. But alas, God may want me to live here still longer. Heaven home is my hope, my biggest hope.

Saturday, February 09, 2013

What I fear most in myself

The year 2012 marks the year of revelations to me. I learned much about myself and God.

There were two contributing factors. The first came from a friend, who saw I had a problem and was courageous enough to dig me on it. The second came from Starfish, when I needed to give a sharing about my experience with Jesus. So here it is.

For a long time, or for as long as I've lived, I have a problem with confidence and self-esteem. Even though I've lived and worked in the US, been a trainer in India, volunteered in various ways, and maybe more, I can never talk with pride of my life. At the back of my mind, I always say, "Nothing new, really, I just work in software. I'm doing fine," and that's exactly what I tell people who ask. The reason of this is plain simple, I've never been given any assurance of acceptance.

Since very young, I was so weird, way too quiet, unable to socialize, and more often than not, refused to associate with people. My parents worked long hours, of course to pay for my expenses, and left me to play by myself at home. My dad never listened and gave orders like a dictator. My mom, under my dad's pressures, was unable to protect me. I can understand this because if one doesn't get enough love herself, she wouldn't be able to share that much, or any.
When I was in elementary school, my mom sent me to a psychiatrist for a check. She thought I might have mental problem. That left me quite a memory because I remember very clearly how I felt at the time. I knew I was normal, and was badly disappointed that even my parents thought I was possibly crazy. Unfortunately, my memory was too good and I remember it till today.

When I grew up, I was not given guidance, except the frequent anger burst when I did something my parents did not like. I grew to contain my emotion so well, that when they got angry, I told myself, "This always happen. Don't cry, don't cry, it will pass soon," and of course I still cried and failed to forget it. For as long as I remember, I've lived for my parents. What they wanted, I did. I didn't ask why for anything because I learned I had no right to ask, and no chance for any explanation. Throughout the years, I learned to not communicate my feelings simply because I wasn't able to. And who'd listen?

Even though I've tried hard to do what my parents said, I was never enough. Every failure was followed by disapproval, every success (or so I thought) was followed by nothing. It always seem that the neighbors' grass is always greener, too. I always lack my business sense, because obviously "If other kids can do that, so must you!" I always look uglier. I always need to get married now because my parents' friends have grandkids already. Nowadays, I am always too late to marry, and "not saleable". Actually, there are so many I shouldn't even try to state all of them. At this time, I'm also quite sure that my insecurities can't be fixed.

Unfortunately, these issues affect everything in my life. I'm always running. I won't speak out unless I know the matter truly well. I am slow in anything, especially in making decisions. I feel different from everyone else, a misfit, an outcast within my own family.

I am glad though, that this bringing up is what makes me an understanding person. I will truly listen to everyone's thoughts, and will strive to understand why one behaves and makes a decision the way one does. Regardless of whether I agree/disagree with someone, I want to show grace, because everyone needs grace.

Back in 2003, I accepted Jesus for the very reason that He filled that hole in my heart. I've since then learned that no one can, no human can fill me completely. Jesus is my safety, and He never fails me. I am designed uniquely in God's image, and with Jesus, I'm always accepted. My weakness is His strength, and His glory. When I call for help, He listens, and answers at the right time.

I am glad to learn this about myself, though what I shall do now I do not know. I wish it's that easy for me to decide on following hard after God.


Friday, September 07, 2012

Not everything is to be treated with full fairness

What I meant is.. Say, a regular rickshaw ride costs 30 rupees. If a rickshaw driver asks for 50 rupees (for the same starting and ending points), one may totally disagrees and walks away from it. He/she probably says, "It's about what's fair." But I really think, it's 1.5 US dollars! Let it go for the man who rides a rickshaw for a living. Anyway, that's about the amount of 1-2 meals in Bangalore, for a typical employee of the company I work for. Moreover, we'd gladly spend 150 rupees or more for a kurta. We should not be burdened to give 20 extra rupees for the driver who takes us home, shouldn't we?

Not everything is related to sharing with those who have less. Another example is buying goodies at a small shop/street vendor. These things are usually already cheap. A toy from a street vendor is sold for 15 yuan, but I'd bargain hard for 10 yuan. 5 bucks is really just 1 US dollar. I don't even think about buying a portion of dumplings for 15 yuan, or a cup of latte for 30 yuan. Those are things I eat/drink once and have no more. But a 15 yuan toy can still be a meaningful gift for someone, and a meal for the seller that day.

On regular days, I don't have to think about this that much, as my activities are routines, and the expenses are roughly the same daily. During a vacation, however, I find myself making these mistakes unconsciously over and over, and are often unable to decide what is the right thing to do. I do think, in these cases, fairness is ambiguous. It's not fair to pay more for something that costs less (say, elsewhere). It's not fair to give little profit to these sellers who have little profit margin and rely on these few extra bucks to provide for themselves or their family.

I admit making these trivial mistakes once in a long while. Being one who lifts high integrity, yet also is a cheapskate, I get way too stingy in sharing my extras with those who have less. Yet I wouldn't mind spending bucks for a dress I really like, or a nice gift to a friend. This way of living does not shed a light to anybody, and talks a lot about my priority and perspective of the longer term. Looking after the fact, I'd feel guilty of selfishness, and poor empathy of those who have to work hard to make a living. I should really work on this.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

It feels awesome, when someone really truly understands you. It's like, you can be naked completely and feel accepted, and loved. It's true, I hide myself behind shades of strength, happiness, busyness, and by loving others. And it's true, at the same time, I always look for something somewhere that make me feel like I belong. I give out love, so I can get some. But really human love is never enough for me, yet I'm still looking there. I give out help, so I can feel useful. But really what value is my effort, without God behind it?

Every once in a while, I get to touch someone's life. That gives me a sense of being useful. At least when I do so, I bless others. When I look back, I can say that I have blessed a number of people. For some, maybe just a little bit, for others, more. I hope I left a mark in their hearts, and they do not forget. But even if they do, I will remember. Every special moment I had with them. It is a blessing and a curse.

A friend of mine helped me find the pieces of my heart. I admit, in my life, I feel no acceptance. Whatever I did is never good enough for anybody. Not my parents, not my friends, not God. I need to go one way to make my parents happy. I need to go another way to make my friends love me. Then of course another way, for God. Worse, I fail miserably in all cases. The actual truth is that God loves me wherever I am. I know this, by theory. But still I feel like I never truly follow Him, love Him that much to follow Him where He wants me to go. It is like I am on a boat in the middle of the raging ocean, tossed around by the waves to different direction. I myself have no sense of direction, and don't have control over where I go next.


Recently, I am put on a situation where I need to weigh in my decisions. What's right, what's wrong? How far is wrong? Why am I here? Why do I have to face this? I wonder why God let this happens to me. He shakes me, let me fall to the ground. Broken. Feeling helpless.

I still don't know. But these words help me.

Everything that grows suffers. Even a flower. When we become a Christian, we go through trials, tribulations, fiery furnaces, all called suffering. Sometimes it is not so bad, but often it is hard.
These sufferings bring us to the Father, God, to get His help. They force us to the Bible trying to find the way out. These sufferings often seem meaningless, but they are stepping stones in our spiritual growth. If everything was always easy, we would be content and not grow.
Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us. ~Romans 5:3-4
Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. ~2 Corinthians 12:8-9
Pile your troubles on God's shoulders--He'll carry your load, He'll help you out. He'll never let good people topple into ruin. ~Psalm 55:22
Humble yourselves, therefore, under God's mighty hand, that He may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you. ~1 Peter 5:6-7
For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is His love for those who fear Him; as far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us. As a father has compassion on His children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear Him; for He knows how we are formed, He remembers that we are dust. ~Psalm 103:11-14
So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don't fall! No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; He will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, He will also provide a way out so that you can endure it. ~1 Corinthians 10:12-13

Saturday, December 03, 2011

By now, I have been taking over 2 months of Chinese language classes and almost finished the first book. As part of the exercise, I wrote these two conversations. My teacher corrected a lot of grammatical errors, most of which are "understandable, but sound like a foreigner," my teacher said. I am putting it on the blog for my parents' enjoyment, and for myself to read in the future.

The first conversation is about picking up my parents who are coming to Beijing via a plane.
惠红:请问,从上海来的飞机到了吗?
服务员:飞机晚点了。
惠红:几点能到呢?
服务员:大概三十五分钟就到。
惠红:谢谢。
(四十分种以后)
惠红:爸爸,妈妈,我在这儿啊!
妈妈:红红,你等很久了吧。
惠红:没有。爸爸,妈妈,路上辛苦了。
爸爸:看到孩子就不累了。
惠红:我们现在出去打的吧。我帮你们拿东四。
妈妈:到家以后,妈妈帮你煮饭。
惠红:不用了,妈。到了家以后,你们休息一下儿。晚上出去吃烤鸭,好不好?
爸爸:爸爸当然好!到北京了应该吃北京的名菜。
惠红:爸爸,妈妈高兴就好。
(在出租车里)
妈妈:公司不那么忙吧,让你这几天上不了班。
惠红:别担心。这几天我们多休息,多走走看看。明天我们去颐和园吧。那个地方非常大,但是有一些地方有坐椅。
爸爸:爸爸不老,多走点儿路还行。
惠红:好的。啊,快要到家了!

The second conversation is about picking up my sister who are coming to Beijing via a train.
惠红:(对自己说)没有看到姐姐。她在哪儿啊?
服务员:小姐,你是不是接人啊?
惠红:是。我接我姐姐。她坐从上海来的H205次火车。
服务员:那辆车晚点了。你看,那儿有通知。
惠红:看到了。为什么晚点呢?
服务员:天气不太好,下很大很大的雨,火车要慢一点儿跑。
惠红:你觉得几点能到这儿?
服务员:大概一个半小时以后能到。
惠红:谢谢。我坐在那儿念书等她。