Photo by Mike Schrengohst TL;DR - God is real. He loves you. He wants the best for you. No exceptions. I "come out," and into the open: not in spite of my faith, but because of it. But first, a little about me. My name is Gloria. I am a first generation Chinese American, assigned … Continue reading “God, Could You Be This Good?” #comingout
CW: disordered eating, anorexia, relapse, recovery Photo by Mike Kenneally They say that relapse is part of recovery, but I thought my anorexia was a thing of the past. Overcome last year, for good. Until I realized, over the course of several days, that I had begun eating much less than normal. Skipping the first … Continue reading Our Daily Bread (#NEDAwareness)
Entropy works against us consistently, creating disorder and chaos. That's the way of the universe now (after the Fall).
Nobody actually wants clutter. We don't set our new year's resolution to live a more cluttered life.
However, if we're not intentional about what we allow to remain in our life, we end up with unintentional objects, relationships, and achievements.
And who wants that? It's human nature to desire a meaningful life.
It's easy to be fooled, though. Worldly possessions can't fill the void within our hearts, which desire and long for more.
Because things are just things -- neither good nor bad. They can make us happy for a while, but that kind of happiness never lasts.
Photo by Christopher Burns You wouldn't ask a toddler to run a marathon. You wouldn't make her sprint 100m, even if it's a comparatively short distance for someone older, either. There's a reason why physical development happens in stages. Just because she knows how to move forward with some baby steps, doesn't mean she's ready to … Continue reading Reconstruction
Lately, I've gathered so much tension in my head, I figured out how to wiggle my ears. (By activating a muscle I didn't know was in my control.) Part of it is a "what if" question. One which seems so big, I can only look to God for answers, help, and hope. Part of it … Continue reading Foundations
[inhales] I remain, having completed another circuit around the sun. But what does it mean to enter another decade, this time around? And specifically, what does it mean to be myself -- a young woman, of Chinese descent, living in America, in 2018 -- and to exist in that context? I remember how I felt … Continue reading Turning Twenty
Dear Eight-Year-Old Me, Come here, love. I want to hug you. I want to tell you some things about yourself that you don’t know yet. You see, I know the thoughts you keep to yourself. They are all the things you hate about yourself. The roundness of your face. The smallness of your eyes and … Continue reading Guest Post: “A Letter To My Eight-Year-Old Self,” by We Wander Through
I've tapped into a huge reserve of anger regarding my past, and I can't help but to feel a bit scared. Not because it's unfamiliar, but because I recognize it as a part of me. A part of me which remains untamed, wild, uncontrollable. She wants to throw some tantrums, scream, punch a wall. To … Continue reading Sandra
I've been spending a lot of my free time excavating my past. We teach our children that certain things are not allowed in society, because of laws and consequences. In my childish mind, I divided people into simple categories, like civilian, police, angel, and villain, and I thought that everything in the world worked out … Continue reading Prison Break
Fall 2017 When I saw them speak to the class for the first time, my heart softened, and I heard God tell me to get closer, and to show them the type of love I would to a close friend. It would be easy enough, I thought. They seemed sociable, gentle. We had some things … Continue reading Kisses of an Enemy