This is THEE question that everyone has been pondering about my baby girl, “I wonder who she will look like?”
I am not sure how to take that. Even my own wife says that if Moriah were to look like me that she would need mad inner healing because I apparently do not have any womenly features. I am not sure how to take that. All our mutual friends are hoping that she look like my wife too. Once again, I am not sure how to take that. But even amidst all the comments, personally speaking, I DO want my baby girl to look like me, not because I don’t think my wife is beautiful but because of another reason. (btw, I honestly do believe that every man in this world should be jealous of me because I have THEE best wife ever. But thats for a later post.)
Some people have tried to analyze my thought process and what not, saying things like how the man inherently wants their children to resemble them because men have to take such a backseat in the process. However, after wrestling with that for a little bit, I just came to this conclusion…
“I am just excited to see a little mini-me walking around… I am excited to see Moriah be created in my Image.”
It hit me right then and there. I have a God-Complex. As prideful as that may sound, after some serious prayer and repenting, I believe, this is how the Father must feel when he sees us, his children.
It must excite, please, and warm the Father’s heart when we reflect His Image. And when God originally created man in his image, I am sure that the reason he created us in his image and not any other was because he went with what was best. The Father knew what was best and so he put the best of himself in us, by making us like Himself.
I am coming from a fleshly, sinful perspective. But God is coming from a humbly divine point of view. He knew what was best, and so he did everything to make sure we, his children, had it.
I am learning so much and I know I have sooooo much more to go. But as my wife and I prepare to bring Moriah into this world, I can’t help but see more of the Father’s heart to me. As his own child, even my very created being was designed to hold His “best-ness” and as his child I am not only called but created to reflect the best of my Father.
Lord, you made me in your image. Mold me more and more to make me reflect the best of You.
Just in case you did not know, My Wife and I are expecting our first child (girl) sometime within the next four weeks. Customarily, everyone asks us what her name will be. When we tell people her name, we get responses like these (ranked according to number of occurences, this first one being the most):
- “Like……. Mariah Carey?” (Phonetically Moriah and Mariah sound exactly the same.)
- “OMG thats a beautiful name…” (typical response from the sisters)
- “Dude… thats pretty sweet man…” (typical response from the brothers)
Then after, this is the next phrase the comes out.
- “Uh… what’s the meaning behind it?”
I don’t mind people asking me but it’s a long story and by the time I finish explaining to someone face to face, another person always miraculously appears out of nowhere like a ninja and asks me to explain it again. I’ve just begun telling people that her name is “Mo” and I chose it because it rhymes with “Cho”
So, here goes, I figure if I post my explanation on a public platform then I could just direct any curious ninjas to this site.
Before my wife and I got married, before we got engaged, before we even started dating, my wife and I had many questions/fears/even doubts concerning whether or not God wanted us to be together. It seemed like we were heading in different directions in life and for us to be together did not seem like a plan. Well, fortunately, God had a plan and was very zealous to see it through. Before God, we just knew in our hearts that we were meant to be together. Not our callings, interests, or even personalities, but in our spirit we felt that God was pulling us closer and closer together even though we tried very hard to push each other away.
So when we decided to be together, my wife brought up the idea that maybe we should name our first daughter “Moriah” (because we started dating with the intent to marry). Like everyone I had to explain to, I asked her “Why?”
If you look in the Book of Genesis, God called Abraham to sacrifice his son, Isaac on top of a mountain. Abraham loved Isaac… I mean, he LOVED Isaac. In a patriarchical society like that, a man of his age and wealth, must have valued maybe even idolized his only legitimate heir. Isaac was his legacy, his bloodline, his life… And asked him to do the most devastating this Abraham could possibly imagine… But even still, he believed in God’s promises.
As he tied up his son, laid him to rest, and raised the daggar to plunge into Isaac, God spoke and delivered on his promises. As Abraham walked down the face of the mountain, I’m sure that he was overjoyed that he was able to walk down with his son next to him. I’m sure that mountain, Mt. Moriah, was a place that he was going to remember for the rest of his years here on earth.
Moriah was a place of divine providence, God’s faithfulness was shown at that place time and time again. Even many centuries later, King Solomon would build God’s temple on that very same mountain.
In the beginning, we wanted to name her Moriah because we felt like God allowed us to have each other. Little did I know the kind of road he would take me on to understand his sovereignty in all this. He brought me to my Mt. Moriah…
So know, Moriah is not just a pretty name or something we found in a baby book. But that name, my baby, is the embodiment of God’s faithfulness to me.
Me being a father has been one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me.
Morning Glory Pool (by WorldofArun)
Morning glory pool is considered the most beautiful pool and a must-see of Yellowstone National Park. Its colors are because of the existence of heat-thriving bacteria making a stunning display of hues. The delicate blue water is created by thermophilic bacteria, which thrive in the pool’s searing heat.
Over the years people threw coins, bottles and trash in the pool, reducing its flow and causing the red and orange bacteria to creep in from its edge, replacing the blue bacteria that thrive in the hotter water at the center of the pool.
Wow.
I totally forgot I had one of these.
Just want to share… his MERCIES are NEW every single morning (Lamentations 3:22-23). Will you capture the day???
I love new days. A fresh start every morning.
Praise God!
Hello Tumblr,
For the past few months, I had forgotten that you existed but im back and ready to get reaquainted.
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is my Brain Splurge.
- My shirts dont fit around my neck and barely around my torso….man….
- At the dinner table, with korean ahjuma’s, there is no such thing as “NO”. In one week, serving in the kitchen with the jipsanims at my church, I easily gained 10lbs… by force.
- Its really warm outside…. im quite deceived.
- i heard on radio this morning about fatty foods cause a release of ancient “GET FAT” Hormones which causes our desire to eat more. Honestly, Fatty Foods are just Delicious!
- Christ is Head, We are the Body.
- My Favorite Food at the moment is: Galbi + Naengmyun… sweet deliciousness.
- I love comfortable t-shirts. I could wear t-shirts everyday for the rest of my life if i could.
- Book of Romans is Beautiful.
- Pursuit of God by AW Tozer was quick and Tasty.
- I hate wearing shoes. I’ll wear sandals/clogs as many days of years as I physically can.
- Supposedly sugar has addictive properties to it…. i believe it.
- I’m really bored in class right now.
Bye Tumblr.
In that dramatic scene on Calvary’s hill three men were crucified. We must never forget that all three were crucified for the same crime - the crime of extremism. Two were extremists for immorality, and thus full below their environment. The other, Jesus Christ, was an extremist for love, truth, and goodness.
- Martin Luther King Jr.
They didn’t need no sword or shield. No helmet or spear. They moved off the promise of God and all they needed was a few 300 carrying trumpets and jars. Forget the Spartans! God Delivers!
- Sometimes I randomly crave some of the most random foods. Right now I could go for some raw spam.
- I love my grandmother. She is beautiful… she is my prayer warrior. Through Christ, she has fought many of my battles.
- Right now I am learning about different global theologies and I wish I could say I care less but Im actually genuinely captivated.
- I like learning… not about everything… but about things that interest me. I love wrapping my brain around knowledge.
- I want to bleed the Truth and the Knowledge of the Gospel.
- I wish and pray that I know more about the Bible and more and more about the Father.
- I love Mexican food…. from the core of me….carne asada tacos
- I love my Fiance’s new bunny… Bonnke Graham
- Theology is really growing on me.
- I love getting haircuts… idk its therapeutic.
- I think my fiance is Beautiful.
I never really understood the joy of blogging and even to this moment I’m having trouble understanding. Here are just a few of my concerns.
1. I always found blogging particularly difficult because people usually blog to express their thoughts and feelings on the world wide web for everyone to see. Honestly, I dont mind people seeing or reading my thoughts, its just so burdensome because most of the time I dont have any worthy thought to post online. (ie. I am hungry, I am tired, I am hungry again). Seriously… does anyone want to read that business. My lack of depth truly is a crutch in my pursuit to engage in a life of online blogging.
2. I barely remember to brush my teeth before I sleep, does “tumblr” honestly expect me to remember to post my heart on this website. Sometimes Im too tired to turn off the light before I sleep… turning on my computer, opening up my browser, typing, clicking, and esp. thinking… no way brother. this website is so…. clingy. I need my space in this already disfunctional relationship. I already have a wonderful fiance who I verbally “blog” my feelings to… and even she gets bored! how am I expected to please the world with my blogs. which brings me to my next point.
3. Blogging is so demanding, physically, emotionally, spiritually. Sometimes I honestly feel pressured to open up tumblr and blog. I dont have many followers, im sure no one really cares for my blogs, other than my beloved fiance, and I dont have anyone to impress. But Tumblr keeps on calling my name! I cant stand it! Once I made this account, I honestly think I somehow signed apart of my soul. Becuase just as the Lord tugs at my heart, tumblr does the same thing! My goodness…. I dont get it….
Ok, well here are just a few of my concerns/issues with blogging. I hope I have provided some insight for people who suffer from “blogophobia”.
Take care and God bless. He seems to be tugging at my heart right now. PEACE!
