Hello friends, Th...
Hello friends, This website is under construction, but I have another place built up in the mean time here: Junebug's Nest. I still take photos, still endure the hard life of studying at UNC/Duke [that's almost killing me, I guess that's what you get for being in the best of the best school, right?].That's it, I guess.Thank you for visiting.God bless DKM

Last One
 It has been amazing working with typepad and this blog. But, the last couple of months, God has been working hard to change me; He doesn't take change lightly or slowly, either. I've changed a great deal through blessings and sufferings. To honor Him, our first child and my new last name, I decided to move on. The new [temporary blog] is junebugnest.wordpress.com. I moved to another blog platform, wordpress,

Happy World Toilet Day
The above photo is a toilet from 1850s in one of the most nobel houses in Durham, North Carolina, owned by the Duke family. It was located in their bedroom of the house that's now a museum for all of us to see.That's 1850s.It's decent and covered and at least, it's inside the house.Consider this story from wsscc.org [the organization I got to work with this summer in Geneva. [ Good, fun, enthusiastic, blessed people who have good r

I called it Junebug
I called it Junebug, because s/he was supposed to be born in June next year. It was one of the most exciting surprise we had a month into our marriage. We're scared and excited at the same time. But the news we had in the doctor's office was what we're afraid to hear. They cannot find heartbeats into this 7 weeks pregnancy, all we saw was an empty black sac, doctor said it was a nonviable pregnancy (whatever that means), conception happened but for some

I want to fall in love with You
That was a song from JarsOfClay called "A love song for a Savior" that broke my heart inside. It came back to my mind how the last two months in Cincinnati, I was really having fun with the art ministry at VCC. The last one was from SOS in June, but I was still involved in the Outlet, a ministry to the homeless in OvertheRhine where I attended on Saturdays.  I was happy to move on from the stagnant job, but I thought to self, it was a bummer that I had to leave Cincinnati where I already had an "established" ministry. And this is not helping, when all my life, literally, is dedicated to studying and studying and me and me and me. Ox s