It’s so hard to be a Christian, especially when you are the only Christian in your family. 
God compared me to a tree— full of fruits and with fine leaves and branches. If I were not a beautiful tree, then no one would get interested to cut or throw stones on my fruits. They throw stones and it’s really hurting. But I must be still and firm like a tree.
It’s natural that I’ll get hurt because I have feelings and emotions. I am only human. I can’t just help it but to cry. But there is goodness in every trial. Without it, I’m not this strong. Without being weak, I’m not stumbling to God whom I know the One who gives me all of these. Without it, I’m not writing this.
Despite the pains I feel and the problems I encounter, I’m still here living in the positive side of the angle…. Still here, widening my mind and thinking about life.
No one’s to be blamed— not God, not myself, not the others.
It’s just because I am like a gold. A gold can’t be that beautiful and fine without passing through the furnace. I’m only passing through series of trials so that I could be a stong human at the end. At the end, people will see how precious I am.
Now, all I have to do is to hold on to Him; hold on to His words. This is a test of faith and patience.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11
“Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.” James 1:2-3
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