I'm pretty sure my eyes were swollen from crying that whole day.
I cried when I left Taiwan, and in Japan, and in Portland, and when I arrived at home - engulfed in mixed emotions...
I promised myself I would never forget. I'd never go back to the way I was.
Yet, it has been three days since being here, and can already feel myself slowly slipping into the old habits, the old ways.
I guess it's inevitable.
Yesterday, my oldest brother Jeffrey left me a voicemail. In the voicemail, he recited a whole list of "hopes". He hoped for my happiness. He hoped for my peace. He hoped for my safety. He hoped for me, and because of that, I realized my faith.
Yesterday, my oldest brother Jeffrey left me a voicemail. In the voicemail, he recited a whole list of "hopes". He hoped for my happiness. He hoped for my peace. He hoped for my safety. He hoped for me, and because of that, I realized my faith.
I'm determined, and I'm ready. You know, change can bring about the best in people.
I'm working hard, and most importantly, I'm remembering the covenants I made with my Savior...
Let's learn. Let's love. Let's hope:
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