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I Can Only Imagine (Posted Aug 28 2005) Yen-Yen Chiu - Roomate, My Maid-of-Honor My Jujubee and Julie-Woolie: To my roommate the last year of my single life. Here are my top ten memories of you and our time together. 1. Our I-cook-you-clean system established after your cooking set off the smoke alarm several times. Thank you for liking everything I made and for letting me experiment on you with my health-freak cooking. 2. Your talent in ultimate procrastination. I always knew you had a midterm or paper due the next day when the door of our apartment was wide open and I could smell the fumes of bleach as I walked up the stairs. And our contrasting styles of finshing take home papers: me starting the day of and finishing days before it is due, you furiously typing up to the last second before flying off to class and forgetting something along the way. 3. Lying on the bed together in our introverted states silently reading and sharing cool passages with each other. 4. The look on your face the night I got engaged. You knew everything ahead of time and you tried so hard to look "natural." The last picture I have of you that night is you sitting on your bed with your guitar looking so excited and asking me, "When are you coming back tonight? Do you want me to wait up for you?" And all along you knew... 5. Hanging up verses in ziplock bags from the shower head so they wouldn't get wet and so we'd have something to meditate on as we showered. 6. You teaching me how to dance in the living room and to like Frank Sinatra. Watching Anne of Green Gables and analyzing the ways in which she had a godly character. 7. Coleading a women's bible study together through the minor prophets. 8. Finding all the free online personality tests and taking them together. 9. Your only cooking skill of kimchi-spam fried rice. You expected me to eat that?!? 10. Keeping an ongoing dialogue with each other in a shared journal. Thank you for your explosive laughter. You taught me how to be a little less serious and type-A, that structured living isn't always the best and to make room for the random and unexpected everyday. Thank you for teaching me that it's okay to be unsure and explore openly...that there's no shame or embarrassment in changing your ideas, thoughts, heart as God shows and leads. Since you've passed I keep thinking of the song "I Can Only Imagine" wondering how you responded as you met Jesus face to face. I see you dancing and hear your laughter. I see you falling to the ground and kissing his feet. I see you in utter joy. What I can only imagine you have in eternal reality. I love you roomie and will see you soon...
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