ignite 'n inspire

     Known as a confident young woman, it is not always easy to share your struggles with those around other, but today, I feel compelled to write about something that just seems to never leave my mind. For the female readers out there, this might just be the perfect blog post for you. I struggle with being content as a single girl, who has simply never dated before.      Though as Christians, I am always encouraged to be happy with the life I am living and to count my blessings around me, I would like to be the first to admit that it’s more difficult than one may think. To be honest, there are days where I dream of going on movie dates, receiving roses, taking cute Instagram posts or being #couplegoals. Some days, it’s like stepping on pins and that tiny pain strikes me as a stroll down the hallway. The feelings of incompleteness or not worthy of being loved is just like a dark cloud on what was supposedly a sunny day. A lot of the time, I simultaneously ask myself, “what do I have

To many people, establishing their empire or finding their perfect job makes them proud. These things give them joy and happiness, feelings of success...but to me, something else lights up my face. Here is my second pre-Valentine's Day blog that recognizes the awesome-ness of the people I love. My siblings, not just the biological ones, but also my famjam. The four of them are just like the main characters of the Harry Potter series, each with a distinct personality and are growing right before my eyes. There are so many countless events that I see that make me super proud to be called their big sister...and I certainly cannot wait for more opportunities to see them blossom into young women and men of Him. CHo: This baby shares the same initials as I do (if you haven't noticed)! He is the most similar to me, amongst all of them. Honestly, he makes me proud ALL the time. A few years ago, I forced my dad to take him to drumming class, not because I wanted him to look cool..

In those cliché English classes, teachers always make their students write about their hero. I’ve never gotten a chance to write one as a kid, but as Valentine’s Day draws near, I would love to take some time to reflect and admire the love my hero has expressed to me over the past 18 years of my life. My hero is my grandmother, also a sister-in-Christ. I was the only grandchild she personally took care of, and the only one that shares a unique, but yet intimate connection with. To an outsider, she is generous, strict and confident, but to me, she is a prayer warrior. As an uneducated immigrant from China, she co-owned a tailor shop with my grandfather. She has never been to school and does not how to speak eloquently. But she is my bright star because of her love of talking to the Lord. Thanksgiving, Confession, Adoration or Supplication…she is my role model because she remembers Him every single day. Every week, my grandmother tells me her long prayer list, with things such as our