A day in the life of Amy Yao

consists of multiple awkward moments and unexpected events. i mean how many of us get to call their professor's cell phone on the first day of class to see whether or not he is going to show up, only to discover that he is in fact not going to show up because he is still on vacation in washington. (in my defense there were 10 other confused students in the room with me and it was really the registrar's fault for misinforming students of the dates of the class. how i obtained his cell phone number is irrelavent...) or how many of us are asked by the professor himself to call his wife at home to ask her what were the colors at their wedding. and yes, it was in the middle of class with 30 other students sitting around me...

well... i suppose since this is my first post of the year, written at approximately 12:45pm, inspired by Miss Tarrah T, i should probably write some kind of sentimental mambo jambo thing about 2007 or some kind of resolution for the new year...



here in the midnight hours, i sit quietly contemplating all that took place in the previous year. strange, how i feel as though i am a different person now than i was a year ago. was it not just a year ago when i was overwhelmed by misery, sufficating in my own despair, wondering when this season will pass, and feeling utterly hopeless. was it not just a year ago when you, my dear brother, said to me that i was living in the never ending winter?

oh, how you wept with me and how you petitioned before God on my behalf. did i not my break your heart with my tears?

and yet, you had hope... narnia came to me at last, dear brother.


and my bones rejoice. my eyes see the Lord and my soul is renewed. i asked, "How long?" and despite my defective soul, You O Lord, have dealt bountifully with me. now my heart rejoice in your salvation.

though there continues to be sorrow, i will wait on You. f or there will come a day when You will gloriously return and there shall be peace like a river flowing through my soul. and the trees of the hills will clap their hands.