Joanna Hor

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How to Respond When a Friend Confesses Their Sin

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It was 1:05 a.m. A friend had just sent me a long message, asking for prayer because she was struggling with physical attraction towards her colleague even though she was already in a committed relationship.
Woman with nonexistent family - being single in my 30s.

3 Things I’ve Learned As a Single in My 30s

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Now that I’ve hit my 30s, the reality that I might remain single for the rest of my life, and that life would more or less remain status quo looms over me with each passing year. On a larger scale, this journey of singleness has taught me three important things about God’s provision and purpose for my life.

4 Signs That God Isn’t Your First Love

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I’ve been a Christian for a long time, but one truth I’ve learned is that life doesn’t get easier and I’m still self-centered and proud. At times, even more than I realize.

Turning a Blind Eye to an Inconsiderate Person

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Though we were standing right in front of him, the man remained seated and did not budge.

Jesus Didn’t Just Come to Die

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It was the start of the Holy Week. But he was withdrawn, quiet, and visibly tired. Though he had his ups and downs, I had never seen him more downcast than this.
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To Those Not Celebrating Father’s Day

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I have nothing against Father’s Day. My family just never had the practice of celebrating it—along with other occasions like Mother’s Day and Valentine’s Day.
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3 Ways Discomfort Discomforted Me

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Not again. I was at my wit’s end. A good two and a half weeks had passed since I had finished my second course of antibiotics, but as I gazed at the ceiling that night—awake, alert, and anxious—it felt as though I was back to square one.

When 2017 Starts Off on the Wrong Foot

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I blame it on the two cups of tea and one cup of coffee I had earlier that day. Though it was almost 2am, my mind was still active and raring to go.

When A Friend is Suspected of Rape and Murder

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I was about to turn in for the night; it was almost 11pm. As usual, I gave my phone a final check. My good friend, Linda, had just sent me a flurry of messages. What I was about to read was horrific and heart-breaking.