As a new immigrant, I came to church not knowing anyone. A lady invited me to her fellowship and took the initiative to arrange my baby shower. That was how I joined the church family. When my baby daughter was fighting for her life, she was surrounded by prayer warriors who didn’t know her. I was overwhelmed by the kindness of this church. Why would they pray for a stranger? Soon, the four new moms and I formed a small group called Little Dumplings. Together, we began to grow our families in Christ.
We leaned on each other as we went through ups and downs in life. Slowly, we became more involved in serving, from Sunday school to Bible study, from mentoring to Tune-Up. The more we served, the more we grew in Christ. However, success in ministry stoked my pride. Instead of extending grace to the family that initially embraced me, I became more critical. But by the grace of God, I’ve been gradually redeemed from me to Him. By the grace of God, the Little Dumplings are rooted in Christ more deeply than ever. By the grace of God, I’m no longer looking for the perfect family, but building our family in our perfect God.
I’m constantly reminded: “Who am I, O Lord God, and what is my family, that you have brought me this far?” (1 Chronicles 17:16)