Sunday, November 21, 2021

Expect A Miracle //: 10 Year Anniversary Tribute for my Mom


Disclaimer: I don’t own this song, I’m just a fan.

As some of you have already heard, ten years ago my Mom suggested that I sing this song for church sometime. I responded with an emphatic, “No Way”. I wasn’t ready. I was too shy and cited arguably many reasons why I didn’t want to and shouldn’t. Several months later, my Mom was diagnosed with cancer and three weeks later she was gone—and I regretted being afraid and saying no so readily, and I also ended up singing it at her funeral. 10 Years Later and this song has become a major theme in my life. While I don’t sing it often, I do reflect on the words that have continually helped me to live life with the sure and steadfast hope that God is not absent and disinterested. As anyone who is acquainted with grief will tell you, whether it is someone close being gone, dreams dying, expectations shattered, relationships gone bust, or even all of the above and more, there are many many many difficult nights and days going through the pain and not running from it. Yet through all of that I’ve come to the conclusion that He is good. He is enough for me to deal with the pain of the past, the problems of the present, and whatever may come in the future. And…there is and will always be joy in the midst of it too. This I believe, therefore, I have hope. So enjoy, feel free to message me if you have questions or comments, And Expect a Miracle.

~Liana

Blessings by Laura Story

We pray for blessings
We pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering
All the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love is way too much to give us lesser things
'Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise
We pray for wisdom
Your voice to hear
We cry in anger when we cannot feel You near
We doubt your goodness, we doubt your love
As if every promise from Your Word is not enough
All the while, You hear each desperate plea
And long that we'd have faith to believe
When friends betray us
When darkness seems to win
We know that pain reminds this heart
That this is not our home
What if my greatest disappointments
Or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy
What if trials of this life
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are your mercies in disguise

Saturday, May 11, 2019

2019: Current Updates

It’s been a few years since I’ve written--not for lack of desire but for lack of words (but I also get tired of seeing my only name in the posts!).

As always, our hearts are so full of gratitude, appreciation, thankfulness to all who have loved, encouraged, supported us over the past almost 8 years. Thank you!!!

At the risk of sounding cheesy, It’s been quite...a journey? An adventure? A rollercoaster?
That's what life looks like, right?
Grief takes long--it’s not noticeable, it's not visible, but it’s there. The first 3 years (2012-2014) were incredibly rough, with the next three (2015-2017) less painful, and these past almost past 2-3 (2017 to present) we’ve come to a healthier normal. It’ll be 8 years this year. We still grieve, but we also live on. Grieving is part of life.


Currently, we’re in a season of life transitions

- This week, we’ve said adieu to Grandma Seisa at her funeral as she hands off her beautiful legacy to the next generation
- This summer, The wedding bells will be ringing for my upcoming marriage
- This school year, Sammy has lived more than half her life without my Mom--she's walking into the tensile strength testing of the teenage years
- Plus whatever else is ahead for us in 2019!

There are many things I’ve learned these past few years post-Mom, but I think one that’s been highlighted, underlined, bolded, italicized, and marked with exclamation points(!) is what a former missionary wrote during his short 29 years of life:
"Wherever you are, be all there! Live to the hilt every situation you believe to be the will of God.”


~Jim Elliot