I missed Bible study two Wednesdays in a row.
On the first Wednesday a good friend went to prison.
I wrote the little blurb below to share with others the night after she was taken to prison. I had second thoughts about sharing the story in a newsletter.
Something you may not know about her…
She grew up in the rice fields of Vietnam.
Something you may not know about her…
Her parents were very poor and they sold her to a Taiwanese man when she was 19 years old. The money from this marriage/sale gave her family hope for their future.
Something you may not know about her…
The man she loved was not her new Taiwanese husband. The man she loved lived in her home country. They had already been planning a future together and a family together.
Something you may not know about her…
She moved to Taiwan with her new husband. She did this with tears in her eyes and with a sad heart. To her, the food tasted strange, the people spoke a strange language, and her ‘new’ family did not like her. She was lonely and had nobody to talk to. She longed to be with the man she loved and the family she grew up with in Vietnam.
Something you may not know about her…
She felt like her ‘new’ family would never love her. She wanted them to send her home. She thought they would send her home if she did something a little bad. On a whim, she set some paper on fire in the computer room. She hoped they would get angry enough to send her home to Vietnam.
Something you may not know about her…
She kept this secret for two years.
Something you may not know about her…
This week she told the truth about the fire. The truth has ‘set her free’ but the government has put her in jail.
Something you may not know about her…
She loves her son and she loves God.
In the time she has been with us, she has been an excellent worker, a gentle mother, and a loyal friend. She has accepted Christ into her life. Truly, God's mercy has very personal meaning to her.
Please ‘stand in the gap’ with as we mourn the temporary loss of someone who is considered family. It is devastating to think that it may be more than seven years before we get the opportunity to hug her again.
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