For every moment You have held out Your hand to me, dispensing grace when I most needed it;
For every path I tread when You were before me, leading my every step;
For every time You’ve picked me up, soothed me, dried my tears;
For every truth You’ve engraved onto my heart;
For every rescue mission You’ve gone on when I go astray again and again;
For the words You allow me to pen, and the music You put into them;
For the love and warmth I receive from the people You place in my life;
For the occasions You direct the words, prayers and songs to bless Your community – times when You use a broken vessel to minister;
For bringing me to the heights I’ve flown, the friendships forged…
Father God, may I never forget the times You have always been there. Help me, God, to place my trust – unreservedly, completely – in You.
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Apparently all the Chinese women higher up in the family tree were prostitutes and that’s how we came to proliferate to be a force to be reckoned with in this country.
Apparently we all have narrow slits for eyes, and love being called “si mata sepet”.
Apparently China is where we REALLY belong. Funny, I was there recently, and I didn’t get the same impression.
Apparently if you have the right skin colour and religion – AND I’M NOT APOLOGIZING FOR THIS STATEMENT – it’s perfectly alright for you to show utter disrespect for other religions by stamping on the head of their most sacred animal, cutting their prayer string and calling them dogs. It is also within your basic rights (and perhaps a fervent responsibility) to instigate others to hatred, never mind if they’re mere schoolchildren and you’re the headmistress.
I want to weep, but you’ll think I’m weak.
I want to fight back, but you’ll say I’m violent, just like my forefathers who were most likely descendents of triads.
I want to embrace and love, forgive and find an amicable solution, but these things are beyond my human nature.
Dear God, over to You.
