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A Call to Engage. November 12, 2016

Filed under: Asian American Issues,Christianity,Faith and God Musings — lifeatwarpspeed @ 8:28 pm
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For those that know me in real life, I am an Asian American woman. I want to add my voice to what is happening because as Asian American voices are often too silent. I want to cut through the hyperbole and the media slant on what is happening out there.

I want to say there has been a very real uptick in racially charged incidents/interactions being experienced by people I do know who have personally sharing their personal pain and hurt. Incidents where they have been told to take their chink selves back to China, to go back to where you came from, we don’t want you here, to be made fun of by racist comments, and in one case actually being egged. There’s an Asian American church with swastikas and the word “die” carved on their doors. These incidents are real. They have happened. Now, many of these incidents are committed by children and teens which is disturbing because they are only repeating what is going on behind closed doors. There are some by adults like the egging. If anyone thinks I am talking about these things happening in flyover country, I’m sorry to burst your bubble, the incidents happened here in the Bay Area, in San Diego, in LA, and in Seattle.

I won’t say that this is a new thing either. I will recount a couple of incidents that happened in last couple of years. My son’s friend (Chinese) was told by another boy that I don’t like Chinese people because they are awful. Another of my son’s friends (Chinese/black) while standing next to my son was told by another boy that black people smell bad, and black people are bad. My son didn’t quite understand and was weeping because all he understood is that his friend was made to feel bad. These two boys went through a long period of time where they hated who they were because they got the message that somehow being Chinese or being black was bad. Think that this couldn’t possibly happen in Christian circles? Sorry to say that the first incident happened at a Christian home school group here in San Diego. The second incident happened at my own church. And there were no apologies by these families either.

I believe anyone who thinks that we live in a post-racial society just because we elected Obama is sadly mistaken. I actually may be in the minority among minorities about this, but I actually vastly prefer that these overt acts of racist behavior are happening because it shows what really lies beneath. It creates a place to have a discussion. There are opportunities for white people especially white Christians to speak up, intervene, listen and choose to do something. To me, I think that living in a bubble thinking that racism must not be there because these things don’t happen anymore is just not true. Thinking that racist attitudes and behaviors aren’t there because there haven’t been overt incidents in the past is false as well because the covert attitudes have always been there.

No, I don’t believe that the vast majority of white people are racist. I do believe that a lot of white people don’t realize how common these experiences are. I also don’t think the vast majority of white people realize that for a person of color, you live this every day. I also don’t think that there are enough Christians and conservatives calling it out and naming it. I am also naming another truth to my minority friends that minorities can also be racist against other minorities and yes, against white people. This happens all the time, but somehow minorities get a free pass on this all the time. However, in our politically and racially charged environment, only people of color are permitted to call other people of color to account.

When I was growing up in California, I have been pelted with dirt and rocks because I look Japanese on Pearl Harbor Day. I have been subject to “ching-chong Chinaman” type chants. I have had many use their fingers to pull down their eyelids to make squinty eyes at me. I actually have been hit and physically attacked in junior high. I have had other students flat out angry and pissed off at me when I won scholarships and awards. I lost friends (but were they really my friend?) who felt I got too many because I was Chinese, and it just wasn’t fair…that somehow I stole what was rightly theirs to have. I’ve been told to go home to where I came from even though my family has been here for 5 generations. My great great grandfather worked on the railroads. My great grandfather fought in WWII for the United States. I have had to live through being insulted and judged over and over because of the color of my skin. It happens. It’s my story. It’s my reality. It’s my life.

I am a Christian, Chinese-American and a conservative. I don’t care who you voted for because my belief is that people have reasons for their vote that have nothing to do with identity politics. It’s your freedom to choose. I don’t judge you for that nor do I want to be judged for who I choose to vote for. It’s not about Trump or Clinton. Conservatives too often allow discussion around racism to be dominated and driven by liberals. Liberals don’t own this. Remember, Republicans are the party of Lincoln. Nixon was the one to push the Civil Right Acts through Congress. This is part of our history and tradition. It doesn’t have to be the way it is now. We have a voice in this. I really don’t have a political agenda here. I just want to people to see that conservative does not equal racist or whatever other label. If you dismiss all conservatives as “other” and unworthy, then how is that any better? We are all individuals and should see each other that way. Isn’t that what we should do? Try to aspire to be like MLK Jr who said, “I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.”

I am just speaking the truth to whoever has ears to listen. I recognize that I am raising my son in a world that is imperfect and flawed, but I do always have hope because the power of God can change the hearts of man. Sin and brokenness is part of humanity. Forgiveness is part of being a Christian. Justice for the powerless is also part of being a Christian. God can redeem anything. God can transform what is broken into wholeness. I believe that to my core. I also believe that if you are not part of the solution that you are part of the problem. So, choose today what you will do. Choose to engage. Choose to talk to your children. Choose to help your children to choose to speak out against injustice. They see more than you think that they do. Above all, pray.


ETA: I am greatly encouraged by this call to prayer by my former home church.


Pastor Ryan’s words reminded me of these wise words: “With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation’s wounds.”      – Abraham Lincoln


VeggieTales Silly Song Favorites – free for a limited time. December 20, 2013

Filed under: Apps,Kid's TV,Kids — lifeatwarpspeed @ 12:33 am
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Watch and Find – VeggieTales Silly Song Favorites – A Fingerprint Network App on the App Store on iTunes.

If your child is a fan of Veggie Tales, you are sure to love this app which is free for a limited time (Normally, $2.99). This is in honor of the 20th anniversary of Veggie Tales. I can’t believe they have been around for two decades now. Time has really flown by.

This app is filled with Veggie Tales Silly Songs including:

– The Hairbrush Song
– The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything
– I Love My Lips
– Monkey
– Endangered Love (Barbara Manatee)
– The Water Buffalo Song
– His Cheeseburger
– Sneeze if You Need To
– Pizza Angel
– Happy Toothday

There are more to come in the year ahead. There are videos to watch and interactive elements for younger children. It  comes with a multi-child tracker so that you can track each child’s progress separately.

Recommended for ages 3 and up. Younger with assistance.



Gethsemane moments… September 14, 2011

Filed under: Faith and God Musings — lifeatwarpspeed @ 11:30 am
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“For there are moments in all lives, great and small, that we must trudge alone out forlorn roads into infinite wilderness, to endure our midnight hours of pain and sorrow – Gethsemane moments, when we are on our knees or backs, crying out to a universe that seems to have abandoned us. These are the greatest of moments, where we show our souls. These are our ‘finest hours.’ That these moments are given to us is neither accidental nor cruel. Without great mountains we cannot reach great heights. And we were born to reach great heights.

Every one of us is faced with a task equal to Korczak’s[*], one as gorgeously absurd – to chip away at the stone of our own spirits, creating a monument to light the universe. And, like Korczak’s monument, our task will not be completed in our lifetime. And in the end we will find that we were never sculpting alone.

Korczak  said, ‘I tell my children never to forget that man is not a complete being in himself. There’s something greater than he that moves him’.”

Quote from p. 328-9 of Miles to Go by Richard Paul Evans

*Korczak was the sculptor of the Crazy Horse memorial in South Dakota. He dedicated his life to working on the memorial for no salary. He began working on it in 1947 and continued on for nearly 36 years until his death at age 74. You can read more about his story here (

I wanted to write more about how Evans’ book, Miles to Go, spoke to me, but didn’t want to include it in my book rec blog entry since what I wanted to write was more about my mom rather than about the book.

Many friends and family members have asked over the past few years about my mom and her battle with cancer. They asked about how she was doing and how our whole family was doing. I would often just give a fairly pat answer and kept things brief. I never gave many details and rarely shared about what these last couple of years were like and especially the last several months.

Even now, things are still so incredibly raw, and it is difficult to bring those memories to mind. To even try to put my memories into words, I feel like I am not doing my mom justice. I would never wish cancer on my worst enemy. It is such a terrible disease that robs your loved one slowly of their dignity and eats away at them. I felt incredibly helpless against my mom’s battle with cancer. It is like trying to keep the tide from washing in. Each time I saw her, I could feel a little more of her drifting away from us. And there wasn’t a single damn thing that I could do to stop it.

Evan’s words above really spoke to me about the life and character of my mom especially the last two years of her life. I have never seen someone try so hard and fight so hard to keep living not just for herself, but for her family. I have tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat right now just remembering how much pain she was in and how rarely she ever complained about it. I remember some of those Gethsemane moments that my mom journeyed through and how desperately I prayed that God would spare her this suffering and for Him to comfort her and relieve her. I found myself wanting to be incredibly selfish about keeping her with us as long as possible and wanting her to be released from the incredible pain that she was in so she could finally be at peace.

Many people have wondered out loud to me how my mom was able to stay so strong for so long and fight as hard as she did. I know that she drew incredible comfort and strength from her faith in the Lord. She became a Christian about two and half years into her battle with cancer. I am grateful every day for the comfort and peace that her new found faith gave her. I know that she didn’t have much knowledge about theology, Christianity, or the Bible which made some question whether or not she really understood. Those things are not important in the grand scheme of things. What mattered is that my mom knew Jesus died for her, forgave her of her sins and gave her eternal life with Him in Heaven. Faith is not as complicated as we think it is. Humans make it far more complicated than it has to be with traditions, rules, and rituals. Faith is a simple and beautiful thing. It really is as simple as John 3:16.

I often think about why my mom didn’t give up and why she tried so hard every day to stay with us. I believe that she felt that she still had her work (her family) to do, and that there were things she wanted to impart to each of us and instill in each of us. I will always treasure the time that I had with her, and the amazing impact she had on my son. The conversations that we had about the things that mattered. The lessons that she was still trying to communicate to us. I know that her work wasn’t really finished in her lifetime, but I am now tasked to carry on in her stead. It is quite a sobering responsibility to undertake, but I am not alone in my task as God is always with me.

As incredibly difficult walking this journey was for my mom, I can see the amazing work that God had all along been creating in her life and how she was never truly alone in her suffering. The last few years spoke more to me about who she was and how generous and loving she was to her friends and family. And how blessed I was to have her in my life and to be able to call her my sister in Christ. How I look forward to being reunited with her in Heaven one day.



Reflections: Euolgy for my Mom August 28, 2011

Filed under: Faith and God Musings — lifeatwarpspeed @ 8:00 am

I thought I would share with you the eulogy I gave for my mom who died at 64 after a 5 year battle with lung cancer. Who I am today is largely due to who she was and how she lived her life. I want to share this also as an encouragement to those of you who have faithfully prayed for your own loved ones. I can testify to God’s unfailing love and faithfulness through this entire journey. Take heart and be encouraged, God works especially when we can not see that anything is happening.


Over the past couple of years and especially over the last few months, I was able to have a number of wonderful conversations with my mom. One day, we were talking about what she would like for her funeral service, and whether or not she wanted to have someone to share about her life. She thought about it for a bit, and said that I could share some thoughts with all of you. And then she quickly added, “but you must make sure that you and the pastor don’t talk too much because I don’t want my friends and family to sit too long and get tired from listening to too much talking. Nobody likes too much talking.” This was very typical of Mom, always thinking about other people’s comfort and well-being before her own even to the end.

There are a few things that come to my mind this week as I thought about Mom that I would like to share with you today. William Arthur Ward wrote that “A friend is one with whom you are comfortable, to whom you are loyal, through whom you are blessed, and for whom you are grateful.” That is exactly the kind of friend that she was. She was just the kind of friend that you would love to have for a lifetime. As I look around today, I see evidence of Mom’s gift of friendship. She was the type of friend who would come and help you any time no questions asked. She would always put you ahead of herself. Our family often thought that she always thought the best of people and easily forgave people when the rest of us struggled to do likewise. Her ability to make friends with just about anyone was what made her so successful when she operated Hong Kong restaurant with her older brother. She had so many friends that I literally could not go anywhere in town without somebody reporting back to Mom what I had been up to and where I had been.

Mom was a very generous person. I remember that she would always provide a meal to the homeless. No one ever went away hungry. She would lend money to anyone that was in need. She didn’t always get paid back by everyone, but she always thought that there must have a good reason why and didn’t dwell on it. My godmother once told me that when they were both young and working in San Francisco, my godmother ended up needing a place to live. Mom immediately told her that she could come to live with my mom’s family. My mom’s family of 7 lived in a tiny one bedroom apartment. My mom slept in the hallway with my grandmother in a bunk bed. Mom gave up her bed for her friend and shared a bed with my grandmother for months so that my godmother could have a place to live. She was the type of person that would give you whatever she had if she thought it could help you.

Mom was also tenacious and had incredible fortitude. She was a fighter and very feisty for such a small woman. You have to be in order to survive being born 2 months premature in rural 1947 China. Today, we have NICU units, but they didn’t even have running water. She also told me many times that she always didn’t think that she was very smart because she missed so much school growing up in China and Hong Kong and never went to college. She came to the US as a teenager and had to work hard to learn English and earn her diploma in just a few years. I always thought that she had an incredible work ethic and was the kind of person that succeeds out of sheer effort and hard work. Now that I am a mom with one son, I can’t imagine how my mom was able to work at night and take care of three kids during the day. It is hard enough work taking care of my own son. In high school, I would watch my mom study for hours on end to earn her A’s in accounting at the community college. She overcame huge obstacles that life had dealt and persevered when most others would have given up. For example, many of you know that Dad’s fourth baby after his children was his beloved Datsun 280ZX that he had left parked for years in front of the family home intending to restore it somehow. She had many times asked Dad to please do something with the Datsun when it wasn’t running and had completely flat tires. Finally, Dad granted Mom’s wish last summer and donated that and the Covair stored in the garage. That day when the haulers drove his babies away, Mom was dancing around the house doing the cabbage patch and raise the house dance moves because she was so happy. She later told us that it was the happiest day of her entire life. Dad, I don’t know if she ever told you, but later, she told Sabina and I that was when she knew you really loved her enough to grant her this decade long wish.

After my dad retired, my parents had a lot more time to enjoy life and travel with friends and family. She was notorious among her friends for her endurance at playing the slot machines for hours. She could outplay and outlast everyone in our family. None of the kids could keep up with her even though we were more than 20 years younger. During my pregnancy, Paul and I would visit Mom on the weekends, and she would always have the mah joong table set up and ready to go as soon as I walked in the door. I would arrive around 9 on Fridays and start playing until at least 1 in the morning. Then she would let us go to sleep. When all of us were finally up in the morning, we would play all day taking only short breaks to eat so that she could squeeze in as many hands as possible before we finally left to go home.

She brought that same tenacity to her fight against her disease. She survived living with cancer for over 5 years. An incredible feat when the 5 year survival rate for lung cancer is so low. During this time, she endured numerous procedures, surgeries, radiation and two years of continuous chemotherapy. Her oncologist often remarked at how hard my mom worked and how disciplined she was about her health. She was his model patient. Mom’s family was so poor that many times they only had soy sauce to eat with their rice. If they were fortunate, they would also have yams to eat. To this day, my mom could not stand eating yams. However, once my mom learned that yams were really good for cancer patients, she ate yams nearly every day. Can you imagine forcing yourself to eat something you hated every day on purpose? She also gave up a lot of things she loved to eat like kim chi, seafood especially crab and shrimp, and beef.  For a few years, she even went completely vegetarian. She had amazing discipline and will. My mom would get up at the crack of dawn every day and walk for at least an hour. It was humbling that she was fighting cancer and could out walk me.

Mom also loved to eat. She loved good Chinese food especially Cantonese style cooking. Most people don’t know that even though she owned a restaurant, she actually hated to cook. Loved to eat, but hated to cook. In fact, my brother, sister, and I had to learn to cook on our own or starve in college. She could never figure out what would possess me to learn to make nian go. Over these past five years, Mom often lost a taste for food and didn’t have much of an appetite. Eating was often a chore with little pleasure. There were a few things that she would always eat even these last few months: Costco hot dogs, Jack in the Box tacos, and Rice Krispy Treats. She would have stashes of Rice Krispy Treats in all of her purses and in the house. She would always want to give the grandkids a Rice Krispy Treat. I still remember that one morning years ago after taking her walk and doing some gardening, she drove down to Jack in the Box at 8 in the morning and bought 2 dozen of them home. It was her idea of getting us a treat for us for breakfast. That’s Mom getting us tacos instead donuts for breakfast.

Mom also had a few funny hobbies. After my mom sold the restaurant, she discovered day time television and became addicted to the People’s Court and later Judge Judy. She always thought that Judge Judy was the smartest judge ever. She never missed a day of her show. It was also during this time, she discovered the Home Shopping Network and infomercials. For a quite a few years, not a week went by, that we didn’t get a delivery from UPS with the latest, greatest as seen on TV product. She also loved her Chinese soap operas. We learned never to call her when her show was airing. She also enjoyed watching Dancing with the Stars and American Idol. Simon was her absolute favorite judge. She also thought Adam Lambert was totally robbed since he was clearly the best singer she ever heard.

Mom was very grateful to her many family and friends who took time to visit, call and cooked for her. Our family would like to thank you. Your care and support meant so much to her. She especially wanted to thank her sister-in-law, Christiana Ng, for being a tremendous support especially over the past two years. Guo Jeh, my family is so grateful to you for coming every week to help take care of my mom and to support your brother. You were God’s hands and feet to Mom and our family during this journey. You practically lived with my parents these last few months and I know that your presence was a great comfort to Mom. Who knew that this friend that she made as a teenager would be the friend that helped her so much at the end of her life.

Mom was a wonderful, kind-hearted person. She taught all her children the value of hard work and discipline. When I was growing up, I often resented having to work with her and Dai Ku Fu when all I wanted to do was play and have fun like my friends. Thank you for teaching me that duty and obligation to family are not dirty words or a burden, but for Chinese like us the highest expression of love. Thank you for the many life lessons you taught me while working alongside of you all those years.

She wanted all of you here to know that she had no regrets and was ready to go. She felt incredibly blessed and fortunate in her life. When she became a Christian 3 years ago, she found much peace and comfort in her faith. This helped carry her through the most difficult times. She was very happy to have been baptized in the presence of her family last February.

Cancer is a very scary word to most people. When my mom was diagnosed with it over five years ago, the news exploded like a bomb in our family. Looking back, I can see that in many ways, it made the life of our family richer and deeper. We became more intentional about the time we spent together. We had the chance to have those important conversations with Mom about the things that really matter in life. We had these last few years to take the time to express our love for one another. In some ways, we were given a gift of being able to have time to say our goodbyes which many families never get.

My mom often told me over the past few months how sorry she was that she was so sick and how hard it was on Dad and the family. She was sorry that she was so much trouble and took up so much time. I told her that there was no other place that I wanted to be other than right there beside her and that it was not trouble but an honor to help her. She had spent my entire life sacrificing and caring for me, this was my chance to do the same for her.

Love is easy when things are rosy and pretty like when you first fall in love. Real love, true, abiding love is the kind of love that is there when the journey is hard, difficult, and ugly. That is the kind of love that I saw between my mom and dad. It is the kind that I aspire to in my own life. The kind that says no matter had hard things get and how exhausting, I will still be here with you.

Thank you, Dad, for loving Mom and serving her these last few years. No one will ever know how lonely and hard these last few years have been. Mom was grateful for your tender care and loving sacrifice throughout your life together. It was so clear to her that you were the best partner, friend and love she could have ever asked for. Sabina, Mom wanted you to know that she was so grateful for the many trips you made to bring the children from Singapore to live for months at a time. She was grateful for the opportunity you gave her to get to know them. She knew how much you loved her. Lawrence, Mom wanted you to know that she is proud of the man you are becoming. She knew that you didn’t always know what to say to her, but she knew you loved her very much. To Tony, Terry, and Tommy, Mom wanted you to remember that your brothers are the only people that will ever have known you your entire lives. God gave you wives, children, and friends, but no one else will know you this way. Be good to each other, try to understand and appreciate one another, and make time to be in each other’s lives the way that Por Por, Da Yee, Da Kuo Fu and she would have wanted.

Mom, it is a privilege to be your daughter. Thank you for allowing me, my sister and brother to come along side of you and walk this journey we call life with you. I am grateful to have been able to love you and care for you the way you did for me when I was little. I will always love you and miss you. There will always be a hole in my heart that will never be filled.

Two days before my mom passed away, I happened to read in a book that some people say that when you give birth to a daughter, you’ve just met the person whose hand you’ll be holding the day you die. I will always be so grateful to God for allowing me to hold your hand as you stepped from this life to the next. I am grateful to call you more than Mom and that you are my sister in Christ. I say goodbye to you for now and am comforted to know that you are waiting for me on the other side in Heaven with God.

The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face shine upon you. The Lord lift up His countenance to you and give you peace.


God and the Orange Tote Bag August 27, 2011

Filed under: Christianity,Faith and God Musings — lifeatwarpspeed @ 5:49 pm
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Of all the colors of the rainbow, orange is the one that you will never find in my closet or in my house. I was stuck wearing orange this and orange that in high school because our colors are orange and black. Literally Halloween year round. After I graduated, I swore I would never wear orange. Personally, I think orange is a pretty hard color to pull off. You either look really good in it or really bad.

If you see me these days, I usually have this tote bag with me. You will see it sitting in the hallway packed with M’s gear and ready to go any time. It is really hard to miss because it is really a bright orange that you can spot a mile away. You might be wondering what in the world would possess me to carry around a bag every day in a color I can’t stand.

I carry around this bag because it belonged to my mom. If you know me IRL, you know that my mom passed away in early June this year after battling lung cancer for over five years. This bag is the bag that she used during her last few years. It was the bag that she took when she went to see her doctors and had her surgeries and medical procedures. It was the bag that she always had with her when she did chemotherapy continuously for almost 3 years. It was an easy bag for her to use when it got harder to deal with zippers. She carried her Rice Krispy snacks, bottles of Ensure, medications and other necessities in her trusty orange tote.

This bag is precious to me now. Every time I pick it up, it is a visible and visceral reminder of my mom and who she was to me. It is a reminder to me of God’s ability to transform something I rejected into something precious. God taught me a serious life lesson in these past couple of months through this bag. I learned to love this bag despite its outward appearance because I can see something bigger than the orange color.

It illustrates in a very small way how God sees each of us. We see each other and judge each other by what we see on the surface. God’s love for each of us is precious and transformative. He doesn’t see what we see. He sees the totality of who we are. All the good things and yes, the bad and ugly things that we spend so much time hiding from each other with our preoccupation with money, status, beauty, clothes and other outward things. He sees to our souls and loves us anyways. His love transforms us into beautiful and precious children in His eyes.


I found this poem online that someone wrote based on a series of verses about God’s unconditional love for us. I would give credit but there is no author listed. This is the God I know. He is not an abstract concept, but a very real presence in my life all the time. I am grateful everyday that my mom came to know Him and His unconditional love for her.

God’s Unconditional Love

You may not know Me, but I know everything about you…
Psalm 139:1

I know when you sit down and when you rise up…
Psalm 139:2

I am familiar with all your ways…
Psalm 139:3

Even the very hairs on your head are numbered…
Matthew 10:29-31

For you were made in My image…
Genesis 1:27

In Me you live and move and have your being…
Acts 17:28

For you are My offspring…
Acts 17:28

I knew you even before you were conceived
Jeremiah 1:4-5

I chose you when I planned creation…
Ephesians 1:11-12

You were not a mistake, for all your days are written in My book…
Psalm 139:15-16

I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live…
Acts 17:26

You are fearfully and wonderfully made…
Psalm 139:15-16

I knit you together in your mother’s womb
Psalm 139:13

And brought you forth on the day you were born…
Psalm 71:6

I have been misrepresented by those who don’t know Me…
John 8:41-44

I am not distant and angry, but am the complete expression of love…
1 John 4:16

And it is My desire to lavish My love on you simply because you are My child and I am your Father…
1 John 3:1

I offer you more than your earthly father ever could…
Matthew 7:11

For I am the perfect father…
Matthew 5:48

Every good gift that you receive comes from My hand…
James 1:17

For I am your Provider and I meet all your needs…
Matthew 6:31-33

My plan for your future has always been filled with hope…
Jeremiah 29:11

Because I love you with an everlasting love…
Jeremiah 31:3

My thoughts toward you are countless as the sand on the seashore…
Psalm 193:17-18

And I rejoice over you with singing…
Zephaniah 3:17

I will never stop doing good to you…
Jeremiah 32:40

For you are My treasured possession….
Exodus 19:5

I desire to establish you with all My heart and all My soul
Jeremiah 32:41

And I want to show you great and marvelous things…
Jeremiah 33:3

If you seek Me with all your heart, you will find Me…
Deuteronomy 4:29

Delight in Me and I will give you the desires of your heart…
Psalm 37:4

For it is I who gave you those desires…
Philippians 2:13

I am able to do more for you than you could possibly imagine…
Ephesians 3:20

For I am your greatest encourager…
2 Thessalonians 2:16-17

I am also the Father who comforts you in all your troubles…
2 Corinthians 1:3-4

When you are brokenhearted, I am close to you…
Psalm 34:18

As a shepherd carries a lamb, I have carried you close to My heart…
Isaiah 40:11

One day I will wipe away every tear from your eyes and will take away all the pain you have suffered on this earth
Revelation 21:3-4

I am your Father, and I love you even as I love my Son, Jesus…
John 17:23

For in Jesus, My love for you is revealed…
John 17:26

He is the exact representation of My being…
Hebrews 1:3

He came to demonstrate that I am for you, not against you…
Romans 8:31

And to tell you that I am not counting your sins…
2 Corinthians 5:18-19

Jesus died so that you and I could be reconciled…
2 Corinthians 5:18-19

His death was the ultimate expression of My love for you…
1 John 4:10

I gave up everything I loved that I might gain your love
Romans 8:31-32

If you receive the gift of my Son Jesus, you receive Me…
1 John 2:23

And nothing will ever separate you from My love again…
Romans 8:38-39

Come home and I’ll throw the biggest party heaven has ever seen…
Luke 15:7

I have always been Father, and will always be Father…
Ephesians 3:14-15

My question is… Will you be My child?…
John 1:12-13

I am waiting for you…
Luke 15:11-32


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