- Robin: So is Paul really your little brother?
- Me: Yes. I'm Korean.
- Robin: Yeah, that's what I thought.
- Me: Well, I'm part Black and Korean.
- Robin: What? Really? Well, I could see that.
- Me: Yeah, look at my lips--these aren't Asian lips.
- Jenna: Are you seriously going to let Robin believe this?
- Robin: What?
- Me: Okay, I'm not Black.
- Robin: So you're Korean?
- Me: Yes.
- Jenna: No.
- Me: Kind of.
- Robin: ???
- Jenna: He's Indonesian.
- Me: So I look Korean?
- Robin: Yes.
If we undervalue ourselves, we allow others to undervalue us as well.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
To to the girl who doesn’t understand.
It breaks my heart to see you give your heart and body away. You weren’t created to be wasted in any form of the sense. If only you could see God is enough.
The Case of Mistaken Identity
Since Sunday, I texted Yehezkiel, one of my high school guys in my youth group, checking up on him and seeing how he was doing. “Hey, this is Gio. How was your week?” I asked. And he texted back and we had a great conversation about cameras. We bonded over photography. But between all the texts, I found it quite peculiar the amount of emoticons he used. Knowing that the guy isn’t the type to use emoticons, this was something definitely out of character. One Wednesday afternoon, he called me up, something else that was out of character.
Answering his call, I was surprised to hear the voice of a girl.