After coming back to Singapore, everything changed.
My perfect Christian world suddenly became a battlefield.
Sunday has become a battlefield.
Everything I hear from my spiritual family is almost always a shock to me.
Am I too sensitive?
For Christians, the church is supposed to be a resting place.
Why is it so tiring for me?
I want to rest.
I'm tired.
I'm continually wounded,
and I need to rest.
war,
Starry