the past...

“But this is what the past is for! Every experience God gives us, every person He puts in our lives is the perfect preparation for the future that only He can see.”

—	Corrie Ten Boom

days....

As the days draw closer, I can't help but think more and more of you. I miss you still.

O, Grandfather of mine.

Hm, so it has been a while since I've posted last and there are so many things that I have to share. About work, life, public transportation, crappy traffic with smiling people and living at home. But today I'm going to share about my grandfather. My well-meaning, sweet, mischievous, loving, follower of God and long-living grandfather.

Some of you have met him before or heard of me mention him in a passing story. He is my mother's father and my last living grandparent. He cares very much for each of his grandchildren, of which there are 9. Ever since I graduated high school and entered college he has been especially concerned with my finding a husband. To him, it is of the utmost importance. He'd always talk about it whenever he would come over. Thankfully, my mother, after an hour or so of him talking to me and me politely listening, would tell him that it was enough. Throughout college, I would just tell him that I'd like to find my own, to halt the conversation. My freshman year, he became friends with this nice family at church and they had a son who happen to go to UCI who was an engineer. He told me his name (which I instantly forgot) and told me to go find him (which I did not do). His reasoning behind his matchmaking is that I am a nice girl and he wants me to meet a nice boy and that nice boys and nice girls are very rare these days. To be honest, I took most of it with humor. I'd retell the stories to my friends about my funny matchmaking grandfather. A classic example, that some of you might know, is when he was praying in the car on the way to my cousin's wedding reception. (This was all spoken in chinese)

"Dear Lord, Thank you so much for Tiffany (my cousin) and her now husband Thomas... Lord, please bless Christina (my older sister) and her soon to be husband, Rick may you bless their marriage. Lord, please bless Olivia (my younger sister) and her boyfriend, Kendrick, I'm so glad that they have been doing well. Lord...where is Jessica's boyfriend? We don't know, but you do..."( The '...' are when he's talking but I don't remember exactly what he said.)

Anywhoooo, the reason why I bring this up now is because the last time I went to go hang out with him at the beginning of this summer, we ate lunch and played mini-golf. At the end of the hangout time, he mentioned this guy. It took me till the middle of the conversation to figure out that this was someone he wanted to set me up with. I immediately freaked. Old people are persistent. Even though I kept saying I would like to find my own, he kept saying well you can just be friends right? Recently he went to go to Taiwan for a trip and then gave me a call. He wants me to visit him because he has important matters to discuss with me. I kept asking him what he wanted to talk about and he'd chuckle and say the most important heart matter! A chance that I can't miss out on. I'm thinking "Oh no, after all these years of putting it off he's finally going to have me meet one of the guys." Turns out when he went to Taiwan he met up with the guy and his family and got their consent to give me his email. This guy is currently serving in the Taiwan Army and he's a doctor. (The doctor part was one that he kept repeating a couple times "He's a doctor!") That and he and his parents both love God very much. My grandfather wants me to visit him so he can talk about this more and give me the guys email and show me pictures of him. I know he loves me very much and just wants the best for me but when he said " well you aren't getting married to him yet, just friends!" I was thinking "Um...yet??" almost as if he expects me to marry this guy. *sigh* It's becoming less and less funny. Though the part of me looking in on this finds most of the phone conversation hilarious.