I Don’t Want Just Any Key

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Golden Key.”

You’ve been given a key that can open one building, room, locker, or box to which you don’t normally have access. How do you use it, and why?

I really want to say I would want access to God’s ultimate and awesome plan that He has for the world. But I know I have to wait. I have to wait until I move on past this lifetime. I have to wait until I get to heaven. There, it will all be revealed. I will understand His true power. I will understand His true love. I will understand Him.

For now, I have to wait. I have to live this life. I have to live until He calls me to heaven. But in the meantime, He has work for me to do. One of the tasks, as His child, is to bring others to become friends with Jesus and to bring them to His love.

My earthly answer to this key question would be access to the rooftop of any tall buildings. From what I have to notice. Rooftops or even the top levels of tall buildings have very limited access.

I am not afraid of heights. Sometimes they intimidate me a little bit. They give me a warning to be careful of how I conduct my body.

I want access to rooftops of buildings to look out far. To feel a sense of my surroundings that I would not be able to experience on the ground. I guess it is good that I am tall (6 ft/183 cm), and that I enjoy that fact about myself.

Bible Verse of the Day:
An open rebuke is better than hidden love! Wounds from a sincere friend are better than many kisses from an enemy.
Proverbs 27:5-6
Source: Bible.com

This verse reminds me that God may not give you pray for. It is not that He is not listening. He will give you want you need. That might or might not be something that stings, hurts, and causes pain. God’s love comes in many forms. Many forms that we cannot understand. But His love, no matter how confusing it may be, is always better than the sweet temptations of Satan.



Spicy food? I’ll pass.

I try to avoid spicy food. When I am with a group, I make it known that I am not really tolerant of hot food, and generally they respect that. Following that, spicy food is ordered, along with ‘normal’ food. Along with such food, I eat a supplement dish to calm the spice, such as rice.

A couple of nights ago, I went to eat dinner with my classmates and our teachers. We went to a Sichuan style restaurant. Sichuan Province has some of the spiciest food in China.


I mainly ate rice the whole meal. The food was really spicy. Even if a dish looks safe and inviting, I was wrong. I learned quickly to just eat rice and kong pao chicken, which also had chillies but you could avoid them.

The night was enjoyable. It was right before bible study, so I had to leave a bit early. We were done with the meal anyway.

I hope we will have dinner together again soon, hopefully with a different selection of food.

My class has 2 Brits, 1 Scot, 1 Thai, 3 Germans, 1 Aussie, 1 Japanese, 1 Russian, 1 Korean, and 2 Americans (including myself). The 2 teachers are obviously Chinese. My Chinese class is generally a good selection of students.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Ring of Fire.”



My Home

My house is Japanese styled. It is not full on Japanese, it simply has a few Japanese features, such as shoji screens and the layout. My bedroom used to be a shoji screen. The layout of are home is like a giant U-shape, with a courtyard lying in the center of the property. It has quite a large front yard, with pine needles all over because of the two huge pine trees present. I would not be surprised if these trees are the tallest in the neighborhood. Early on, one of these trees got an upgrade: a swing! It is a simple swing, a not-so comfortable piece of wood and some scratchy rope. But man, was it fun. It can do both back and forth swinging as well a twisting. A handful of years later the other tree got an upgrade: a tree fort! It is not a tree house, because it not actually in the tree, but standing right beside it. It is made out of large pallets, and the structure itself has two floors. My house has lots of plants, both inside and out, and all kinds, too. Some produce food, and some are just to look at.

I bet my mom would say that our house was filled with the noise of my brother walking. We both seem to land heavily on our heels as we walk, and having a shaft between the foundation and floors of our home, aka hollow floors, the noise of walking would be projected and spread farther than usual.

My first memory of my Californian home that I currently live in (even though I am currently in China) is when I was not even living in it. I was somewhere between the age of 3 and 4. My brother had just been born. The people that I remember being there are my mom and my second cousin, Lexi. I sort of remember her parents in this memory as well, but not too much.

The group was visiting the house before we moved in. I do not know if my parents had actually bought the house yet or not. Being 4 years old, that component was not important. All I knew is that it was a big new space, with plenty of room to run and jump.

Lexi and I spot a huge sandbox in the backyard. Lexi grabs my hand, and says something along the lines of, “Come on Ruby! Let’s go play outside!” CRASH! Lexi hits a glass door head first. All I remember after that is her in the car, a big band-aid on her forehead. She wasn’t too happy.

I love my house.

First off, it was conveniently located a house and a width of a street away from my elementary school. Seriously. Sometimes, when I forgot something at home, I would recross the street and get it, still making it to class with plenty of time to spare. My brother and I would also play in the school’s yard after hours. During school hours, it was called “the school.” After hours, my family called it “the park.” Once my family got a dog, my dad took him there every single day. We really appreciated and enjoyed the park having no lock.

Secondly, we have two fish ponds. The biggest one is filled with over two dozen koi fish. The other has more wild types of fish, such as carp, catfish, bluegill, and depending on the time of year, trout. My dad and brother, being quite skilled fishermen, catch these fish and put some of them here.

There are a lot more reasons why I love my California home, but I have to wrap this post up.

But what I will say is that I am proud to call that house, as well as Southern California, my home. As a prospective traveler, I thought that once I start to see the rest of the world, I would say, “the world is my home.” And while that is technically true, I definitely say that SoCal is my home. It has amazing people and food diversity, which I find truly awesome. And my specific location in SoCal, the Inland Empire, every kind of environment is within an arm’s reach.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Our House.”