“God, Could You Be This Good?” #comingout

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

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Our Daily Bread (#NEDAwareness)

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)

The Gospel, Told By A Cat Called Jet

You all know the cat, now here's the tale. (or tail!) Enjoy the trilogy. Disclaimer: This is not, and isn't meant to be, allegory. Many parts of my Emotional Support Cat story reflect themes of the gospel, however it is not the complete message of the gospel, nor does the actual gospel ever mention a … Continue reading The Gospel, Told By A Cat Called Jet

Curiosity Killed Schrödinger’s Cat

June 1-2 It's just a number, right? 3 harmless digits and a decimal, which indicate the force that gravity exerts on my body. But I shouldn't have stepped onto that scale. Curiosity killed the cat, and no satisfaction can bring it back. After the chamber opens, Schrödinger's cat isn't coming back to life. While waiting … Continue reading Curiosity Killed Schrödinger’s Cat

Testimony: Amazing Grace

When I entered college, I operated under two assumptions: firstly, that I was neurotypical*; and secondly, that I would become a pre-medical biochemistry major, as soon as I got the chance to declare. My first and second year, respectively, broke apart these foundations of how I understood myself as a person and student, but gave … Continue reading Testimony: Amazing Grace

Sleepless eyes, close the light.

I knew these things to be true. That God would never give me more than I could bear. That I am being put through (hell)fire so that I can emerge a sharper tool for His marvelous purposes. That Satan has no power or stake over my body, my words, or our relationship. That God understands me more so than myself, from even before my physical body was formed. And that praising Him for a thousand years would never do justice to His worthiness.