It is my hope that at this URL you will find subsequent posts on my thoughts and opinions about everything from the Apple phenomenon to where do I go when I die? But before I begin to expound on these topics, I want to make a disclaimer so that no reader is deceived or disappointed. I deny that I am a know-it-all and submit to you who I am so that you can better understand my point of view and my limitations.
I am a Christian. Five hundred different ideas about me just popped into your head. But, what I hope you come to realize is being a Christian simply means this: I admit that I am messed up and need someone to save me from my junk and that savior is Jesus. "I am so bad that Jesus had to die for me. But I am so loved, that He was glad to die for me." Being a Christian means that I allow God to permeate, infiltrate, and dominate every aspect of my life, including my views expressed in this blog. However, that does not mean that everything I say is God-breathed and that does not mean that my words are exempt from human error or selfish ambition.
I am married without kids to a serving, loving, and admirable man. If I ever were to write about parenting, I acknowledge that I am doing so without prior knowledge of parenting first-hand. I am a product of parenting, though, and pretty good parenting at that.
I am a biracial woman. Now that probably brought on just as many preconceived notions as when you learned I am a Christian. I am Filipino-Caucasian. Some of you will think that's not biracial. But growing up biracial and bicultural really shaped who I am and therefore a lot of my views. At the same time, I am not trying to represent the Filipino race or the white race. I'm just representing me.
I have chosen to block comments on my blog. Here's why: I never asked you to read my blog. However, somehow you came across this blog and you yourself decided to keep reading (I hope that you find it enjoyable and continue to do so). With the same respect, I don't want to read anything that I didn't choose to read myself. If someone were to comment on my blog, I am subject to your point of view when I never asked for it. But here's the real why: I think part (okay, most) of me is just too weak and insecure at this point in time to be able to handle comments (negative or positive) to my writings. Maybe one day I will get there.
Sometimes I think I'm funny, which translates to: sometimes you will roll your eyes and think, "This girl is lame."
Now, as you read my blog, other blogs and even befriend other people, keep in mind your own disclaimer, your own list of "I am"s and how that affects everything you say, do, and listen. My hope is that as a consequence of my humble blog people draw closer to our Creator and God gets a round of applause, because He is "I am" and, well, He doesn't need a disclaimer.
