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Nowhere is better than home.
Ever since I've arrived, our house has been filled with NOISES. Literally. From my two cats' annoying meows, my brothers' girly sneezes going off at night, me singing at the top of my lungs to annoy my mother, to finally, my mother's desperate pleas and comments that begs for silence in the house that only gets laughter and more crazy comments from my brother and I. (My dad usually just sits in the living room with his Bose headphones on and PJs, already admitting defeat).
But these are the sounds I grew up with. Even twenty years later, nothing has changed. I would not trade anything back for any changes too. Under this roof, many secrets dwell but at the same time, it's the only place where we all feel comfortable to be ourselves. It's the place we can escape to when the world doesn't have open arms for us to run to. Many fights occurs under this roof, but many tears has been shed over forgiveness and reconciliations. Many imperfections are birthed here, but it's because of these imperfections we call each other "family".
As I've mentioned before, moving around is a familiarity for my family and I. While I was unpacking and cleaning my room, I opened some old boxes tucked away and many memories poured out of there. One that I've held onto for the past twelve years was the ragged doll that my mom hand-sewed for me. We were so poor back then that we couldn't afford a doll for me. In its fragile state, I remember I treasured it. I remember it being a princess in its white, pink dress. I would be so careful with not bending the leftover toilet paper cardboard roll that held its body (have no clue where that went now).
We were poor but we had enough. We always have. Many sacrifices were made in this family in order to make sure money's always enough. Most of my friends in high school never understood why I lived the way I lived with my hand-me-downs, rejections to movie trips, malls, six flags, no license (not enough money for insurance), hand-sewn fixed pants, and lunchboxes from home that were always leftovers... And the look on their face when they found out my prom dress was $12 from goodwill! But it didn't matter. Money wasn't what kept my family happy or sad. We had enough and we had each other.
While my chapter in Taiwan has ended, another one will begin. God has provided and will continue to. What I asked myself four months ago, I can confidently answer now: why I have this faith, why I'm a Christian and why I live my life for Him is because of His faith in me. His faithfulness in His promises, in His providing, and in His love. While I stopped pursuing Him, He kept pursuing me. This love that nothing and no one else can replace will never end.
I also want to thank everyone who's kept up with me these five and a half months and with this blog. I loved getting FB comments on these, emails, and face to face discussions. Thank you for all those that has been praying for me and checking up on me. I will never forget any of this!
"My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever."
Psalm 73:26
我的內體和我的心腸衰殘; 但神是我心裡的力量, 又是我的福分, 直到永遠.
詩篇 73:26
