
More Than A Missionary Kid
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“Where are you from?”
That question used to stress me a lot because I couldn’t answer with any one country name. Over time though, I have learned to recognize whatever place God has set me as home. At this point in my life, my answer is “Hong Kong,” where I have been serving as a missionary for nearly two years.

I Thought I Needed To Be Beautiful
My colleagues and I were having lunch at the pantry when we saw a colleague heading for the office door with her purse.
“Where is she going?” someone in the group asked.
Another colleague answered, "Oh, she has taken half the day off to watch a Korean pop concert. She has a premium ticket."

What to Do When You’re Stuck in Comparison
I don’t know when it started. I don’t recall the first girl I looked at and thought to myself, she’s so much prettier than me. Surely it started before I began to mumble excuses under my breath regarding my lack of abilities.

Thank God I Struggle With Same-Sex Attraction
Yes, you read that right. It sounded ridiculous—even sadistic—to me as well, when my friend said a similar prayer years ago. But today, these seven precious words have taken on a new meaning for me.

Confessions of a Recovering Perfectionist
Hi, I’m Raphael, and I’m a recovering perfectionist. I’ve been a perfectionist for as long as I’ve lived.

What I Wish I Knew When I was 17
Dear 17-year-old me,
How exciting it must be! You have the world at your feet, and you’re about to embark upon what some call “the best years of your life.”

How Worship Helped in My Body Image Struggles
Church was crowded that Sunday. My family and I took seats in the back. A woman standing up from her seat in front of me quickly caught my attention. Her body was perfectly ladylike, with a small waist and a nice hip.

From “Them” to “Me”: Confronting My Struggles with Same-Sex Attraction
“I’m pretty sure you’re not straight.” Those words struck fear deep into my heart—the months prior to this conversation with my church friends, the possibility of not being straight—of being like “Them”—had been like an open wound I was trying to ignore.

Do Names Define Us?
“Hello, it’s nice to meet you. What’s your name?” I sure we can all agree that names hold some importance since it’s the first thing we want to know when we meet someone new.
