by Veronica Kung | Dec 18, 2022 | (Helpful) Stories, After the wedding - bible verses, Beginning with FORGIVEness, Bible Verses, Reflection, Uncategorized
I wedded yesterday. My 18th anniversary. On this day, I thought of some things that were not about this glorious day. During the re-wed ceremony. I thought of a gentleman uninvited that entered the Church. He went to the pew far on the right hand...
by Veronica Kung | Dec 4, 2022 | (Helpful) Stories, Encouragement, FORGIVEness, Letters to You, Uncategorized
I am suffering from mental illness right now. Anger courses through my blood because my husband blew up at me. I feel like I swallowed a rock and my diaphragm . . .I am hyperventilating. I ruminate. There is pain coursing right beneath my...
by Veronica Kung | Nov 10, 2022 | (Helpful) Stories, Reflection, Testimonies, Uncategorized
So, the little voice told me that I won the Powerball lotto. As a person with mental illness, depression, and anxiety, I ruminated over his words. That is where I became tempted. Me thought: As I promised, I will spend the winnings doing good. ...
by Veronica Kung | Nov 7, 2022 | (Helpful) Stories, Advice, Encouragement, Letters to You, Reflection, Uncategorized
The little voice wants me to talk/write about LOVE. I wrote a book, Random Thoughts on Love. It seems that is not enough – 24 pages on a 5” x 8” book. I asked myself, “Those 24 pages were my Random Thoughts. What more is there?” The...
by Veronica Kung | Oct 14, 2022 | (Helpful) Stories, Bible Verses, Bible verses that may help, Brother Emmanuel, Uncategorized
Brother Emmanuel shares: “Woe to you! You are like unseen graves over which people unknowingly walk.” Then one of the scholars of the law said to him in reply, “Teacher, by saying this you are insulting us too.” And he said, “Woe also to you scholars of the law! You...
by Veronica Kung | Sep 27, 2022 | (Helpful) Stories, Bible Verses, Bible verses that may help, Brother Emmanuel, Uncategorized
“There was a rich man who dressed in purple garments and fine linen and dined sumptuously each day. And lying at his door was a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores, who would gladly have eaten his fill of the scraps that fell from the rich man’s table. Dogs...
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