Annie Lee
I was born in a family with half Christian (my mother side) and atheist father (he was born in Buddhist family).I actually knew that God existed.However, I got bullied a lot by boys. They would hit me, push me, separate me from others,and even dump food on my food. I told my mother and in anger, she came to my school showing my bruises and wounds on my back.Unfortunately,that only made my bullies angry and did worse.
I got mad,to God,to my mother,and the world as a whole.I lost my emotion and became wallpaper; not feeling, crying, or even speaking. I basically gave up. It was amazing that I didn’t consider suicide. This went on for years until I broke down on my last year in college. I was worthless,piece of trash in this existence, and I should just disappear.
One day,I heard DTS from my mother when she was talking to friends. I got curious and searched up. It was another school but it was mainly for building missionaries. I, all of sudden,wanted to go to this school. I got bit in trouble with financial and my mother making me feel like the school is a “must “. I mean she was supportive about my decision but she did it in a way as if she is forcing on to me. But inthe end, I came to school,to hope I can change.
The school was more than what I hoped for. There were friends I’ve made who gave me honest encouragements, taught me who God is all over again, and just in general, opened my heart a bit.
Through it all, I started to hear God; He was telling me that I’m his greatest flower he was taking care of. I’m his treasure in his light house. He was the one who comforted my heart in my deepest despair. Nothing brought me down to my knees because he wascarrying me. And he will chase me constantly, not just he is my father but he is my lover.
He will and is, “I love you” , to my heart and engrave my name on his hands.