I spent a good part of this weekend, when I wasn’t checking my email, thinking about what someone else thought about me. Shallow right? Pointless right? Staring at a computer screen wondering, in a most futile way, if I would get a response. What kind of response, if any, would I get.
What would it take to make me happy, or at least not sad.
A response, an acknowledgement.
Then I went to school.
She was a junior. Fairly bright. An older sister to a freshman brother. Her parents came to this country from Korea to give their children educational opportunity. It’s the American dream. To be pressured to do well in school. To translate for your parents because they don’t know English. To pay the bills and run the household at 16. And to help run the family business.
They found her, no note, no explanation. A lifetime without a response.
Makes getting an email seem really really stupid.
Commit your way to the Lord, trust also in Him, and He shall bring it to pass. Psalm 37:5
