A wave of depression swept over me today. As I sat upon the bed, I was asking God why I'm different from other people. And if even the family of God finds me different - and thus treat me differently, then... where can I go?

So asked Him, "Why am I different?"

I don't understand.

Psalm 22:6-11

So yet will I trust in Him.

That though I'm intrinsically different from a lot of people, I have faith that He will use my difference-ness to bless an entire group of people.

How so, I don't know.

Get up, Yeu Ann. There are so many people out there who need God's love. Don't sit there and mope alone. Be His agent, and follow His Son...