When I became a Mom, I loved my Mother more, I understood my Mother more, I honored my Mother more, I kissed her more and hugged her more. In my quiet time with God, I always remember my Mom, who is now 86 years old, with so much love and thanksgiving. To me, Mothers are a tremendous gift from God.


"A Pearl is a beautiful thing that is produced by an inju . . . . .

I questioned God, "How can I raise them alone?" right on the first day of my grieving journey. I mourned not only for the death of my beloved husband but also for my children's days ahead. I was drained to empty and had nothing left to offer. I was clueless and did not know what to do. I bargained, plead, and asked God to somehow give me a vision of the days ahead.

The . . . . .

I tried to be one
I thought I had to be one
It was exhausting
Losing my mind
Losing my joy

I still remembered clearly the day when I was invited by God himself to step into more. "Really God?  I am a woman, a mom, a daughter, a business woman, and everything else in between" but God said "SO WHAT?" Then I said "Yes, God, take me to more adventures"

It wasn't that my life was boring and adventure-less. My whole world was fil . . . . .

I was once in a season of trying to figure my life calling. It was a season that lasted for a (long) while. I remember the moment when I started asking myself, it was back in High School. Then continued all the way through College, early marriage, until I became a stay home mom of three young children.

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