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5 Ways I Learned to Love My Dysfunctional Family

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My family has always been what some might describe as ‘textbook Christian’: We go to church every Sunday, and attend fellowships and retreats. We read the Bible, join Bible study groups, and hold Bible study sessions at home. We believe that a family that prays together stays together. And yet, it has always been painful for me to see how much conflict and tension we have in our home.
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When I Argued with My Husband About Money

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In February, my husband had a seizure due to stress. He had not been coping well with all the changes at work and ended up leaving his job in March. Since then, he has been searching for a job, but with the pandemic, the job market has been bleak. And so, I thought we would need to be more prudent with our expenses while we live on my income. But he was not willing to compromise on a significant expense—to let go of the helper who had joined us for just a couple of months. It frustrated me that he refused to listen to my explanation and proposals.
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When Race and Faith Collide: Woes of Dating Someone From a Different Race

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The door slammed. Right in my face. I have never had someone do that to me before; this was the stuff of Hollywood dramas, but this drama was only just beginning. That was the response I encountered when my father asked me point-blank if I was seeing Pravin*. It marked the start of a downward spiral in my relationship with my father, two years of what my father called the “dark night of his soul”.
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How Should Christians View Qing Ming?

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After becoming a Christian, I began questioning the rituals performed during Qing Ming, and whether I should participate in these rituals with my family. As I began thinking more about how Christians can participate in Chinese festivals such as Qing Ming, these are the questions that I’ve been reflecting on, and continue to reflect on today.

5 Ways My Non-Christian Dad Showed Me Who God Is

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I did not have the best relationship with my father when I was growing up. Like most Chinese fathers of his generation, my dad provided financially for the family and brought us on outings and holiday trips. However, I did not find him to be very emotionally present or expressive. In my head, I knew he must love me, but in my heart, I did not feel that he delighted over me or enjoyed my company.

When I Can't Let Go of My Hurt

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I was mid-conversation with my mom when she dropped the latest story on me. I had thought we had passed the phase of accusations. I had thought that it’d been long enough that my grandmother would want to let go of whatever she was harboring against me.

God Isn't Done With Your Story Yet

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Growing up, I lived in great fear of my abusive father. I was neglected, beaten, and abused. His treatment convinced me that I was unwanted—a burden hardly worth being tolerated.

Do You Need Hope for Your Family?

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I have been a Christian for 11 years, and was the first in my family to come to Christ. By God’s grace, my mom and sister came to know the Lord a year after me. About a year ago, my brother also came to the Lord thanks to the efforts and prayers of his colleagues.

No Longer A Slave to Bitterness

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“Don't you ever dare think of taking Jack away! You need to prove yourself as a mother first.” Those were the harsh words of my mother-in-law, trying to stop me from taking my son home for the weekend.