I grew up in a
home trying to be the perfect Chinese daughter. Never cause trouble, say the right things, follow the rules, get perfect grades, help protect the façade that your family
was perfect, especially at church. And it looked like that from the outside,
but when I would come home, there would be yelling, breaking things, a lot of
crying. So even from the start I knew this life was a lie. All my significance
came from my A+ performance, and it was an exhausting and impossible front to
keep up. I heard the gospel for the first time in Sunday school. When I finally
understood that I was a broken dirty-hearted sinner, without any hope of being
able to fix or save myself, I knew it was one of the truest things I had ever
heard. So He had mercy and rescued me, and gave me a life where I didn’t have
to pretend anymore.
Sunday, October 23, 2016
pretending
Thursday, October 6, 2016
10-5-16 STD check.
As Sherry O'Donnel says, people come to the doctor for all kinds of reasons, but sometimes they let you into their brokenness- don't ignore the brokenness or refer them to someone later. Address their brokenness now, because that brokenness is often an open door. You don't know how long it will be open for.
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