隨意角落

What a beautiful testimony that brother Lee shared with us this morning. I have to admit that I got really emotional when he talked about him and his wife marrying each other for the second time, and how their twin sons were proud to be at "their own parents' wedding".

It just suddenly reminded me that, as a kid,  I also had the same wish for the longest time, but it still became the dream that never came true when both of my parents started their new families.

I still clearly remember the day I first met my dad's girlfriend (now his wife). I pretty much scared her by bursting into tears the moment my dad introduced us. I was eight and I had never felt so hopeless before. I guess when my parents first got divorced, I was still somewhat clueless about what happened. All I knew was that my dad would not live with us anymore, but it wasn't too big of a change because he always had to travel for work and was never home that much anyway. But it wasn't until I saw my dad's girlfriend that I realized the four of us would never be a family again. Never. I cried for so long that I used almost a whole box of tissues, but I didn't say a word. After a while, I was afraid that my dad would be mad for my bad manners. However, he seemed to understand why I was acting like this, and he just sat next to me and wept.

I never told my parents this, but even though I knew it was probably impossible, I still had always wished that they might get back together someday. Then years passed, both of them got remarried. I had to accept the truth and move on. It wasn't easy, and because of the mental tortures caused by my stepfather, I had the hardest time smiling for many years. But over these years, I've learned to believe that whatever happened was God's unique and unmistakable plan. I neither question nor complain anymore, for just like everybody said, He makes no mistakes. I know He has blessed me abundantly. Perhaps and hopefully, He will use me with what I learned and have to bless others, too.