“Wai Jia, will you come to the front and stand here with me. We want to pray with you as…
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tasting the rainbow
Raindrops.
Ever so often when I’m walking along the streets, I find my eyes drawn to the canopy of sky above…
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Waiting Room.
Being a Big Sister to the little children at Sunday School has been one of the most phenomenal experiences. Though…
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Pearls.
“Hey Wai Jia. You know…” ” Yes?” “Uh… I read your blog and uh… this sounds silly uh… but I…
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Wheatfields.
My backbone has been too straight. Worse, it’s been arched so far back with my chin held so high at…
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Trophy.
Shiny, polished and prized above all things, it stood at her window-sill like a proud trophy, gleaming in the sunlight….
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