Just to share another anecdote…
When I first met Grandpa Zhou, I couldn’t enter his home. He was a hoarder, and there were things stacked so high and close to one another that I’d to slide sideways just to enter in.
When we visited again after we had kids and had returned from overseas, his house was all cleared out. He’d a “designer sofa” as he called it, from his ex-neighbor. His children had returned to his home.
This is the power of Christ.
周爷爷，你有空的时候，再用口琴给我弹一首歌吧。💛我知道你总是担心我们去非洲，你现在在天堂，不用担心了。💛
