How much more...

So I never wrote a blog about the APA Conference. It was possibly my favorite conference ever, message-wise. The food for thought was incredible, and I am still digesting. I'm not sure what else I could say about it, other than it was exactly what I needed. I confess that going into it, I was stressed, burned out, spiritually empty. But the spirit came. Drenched. Refueled.

Lately, I've been shown so much grace.

So if you sinful people know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give good gifts to those who ask him?

FRIDAYS. I'm at bio lab from 1:30 to 5:30 (or whenever the last kid leaves--whichever comes later) and then Helen and I debrief for a while. I am tired by the time I rush home for dinner with LD at 6. I am exhausted by the time Large Group starts at 7. I am positively delirious by the time I get home at 10.

Today was one of those days that I couldn't fake a smile or tolerate things I would normally let roll right off my back.

So it was an extremely good thing that I went home after bio lab, to spare friends my irrational outpourings of anxiety and disappointment and complaints and feelings.

My dad picked me up from the BART station. He kissed me on the cheek. I started to feel better. He took me to a pho noodle restaurant. It was just the two of us, sharing a bowl of noodle soup at 8pm. We chatted about life. I told him I wasn't sure I could get into med school. He said, "You can do anything you want to, because you are you."

Afterward, we went to a Chinese grocery store-Ranch 99. Since it's almost Chinese New Year, everyone had all of these bags of meat, seafood, and vegetables in preparation for a big feast on Sunday.

But we didn't shop for all of those things. We went instead to the bakery, and he told me to pick something out. Anything I wanted. I pointed to a slice of mango mousse cake, and he bought it for me. I wanted to cry.

So if you sinful people know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give good gifts to those who ask him? Matthew 7:11.

I forget sometimes, that it is okay to be loved.