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Talking to dad one-on-one always surprises me with how many secrets he hides. I’m left wondering how I never knew such important details in his life and usually question why he never mentions anything. As rare as it is to have deep talks with dad, it’s hard to appreciate the time I have with him, let alone care. He’s become the background scenery of a movie, blurry and subtle so the main character can pass by taking all the glory and fame.

Though he’s getting smaller and weaker, he still wants to do a million things at once, the crazy guy. RIght now he wants to pursue a new career path in civil engineering, wants to perform in a musical, wants to sell his own paintings, wants to go on missions overseas, wants to have his own interior design/architectural firm, wants to study through college with my brother, all while maintaining his position as dad and breadwinner of our house. At times I question what dreams he had to give up to raise us in a foreign country. I’ve seen him chase after lofty goals and work sweat and brow to achieve them, and I can only imagine looking at old pictures what kind of man he must have been at 28, what kind of dreams he must have had at 21.

As much as mom sacrifices every day for her children, how much does dad sacrifice for the family that goes unnoticed? Mother’s Day is romantic, Father’s Day neglected. This 49 year old man was once young and passionately in love with life, had once flirted with girls and fluttered their hearts. The man that my mom fell in love with, who was he? What is his story? You’ll never tell me it all, but I hope you grow old with me dad, and that I too can be someone my children wonder about on their own.

Angel of Hope


nostalgia…

This book left a huge impression on me in my early high school days. I didn’t go in expecting much from Lurlene McDaniel and was tired of her trademark script where the girl/guy falls in love and one of them dies. But the Journey of Hope series felt very relatable at the time having just come back from a missions trip to Africa. It’s my guilty secret that I fell in love with the book because it’s equally mushy, if not more, than token chick flicks like “The Notebook.”