Excerpt from a journal entry made on the flight back to Singapore from LA on June 14, 2012
No matter how much God loves me, I still retain my insecurity. I am called to live this painful tension. It is part of my witness. To be utterly loved, and yet to fear being unloved. To be afraid and yet to be loved enough as to respond with all my heart. To love God with all my little heart’s strength, to cry because I feel like I can offer so little and yet to know that God delights in my offering all that I have.