A Sense of Belonging

“Captain Benwick reading poetry aloud while Captain Harville mends his fishing net is a little image of how she imagined a secure home and a sense of belonging.” I read this morning, sitting under the parasol on my yard. The early morning breeze tells me that the autumn is not far off. I can taste…

Legacy of Faith

For the first time since my grandmother passed away, I got to have a couple of hours to myself. I came home after dropping my daughter off at her school, and went outside with hot coffee to warm me up. This empty land out in my backyard, overlooking the untamed woods, is far from a…

See you again, Grandma

Today, my grandma wakes up in her new home, heaven. It was a drizzly rainy day all day. On my drive back home from the airport after dropping my mom off for her flight to Korea, I couldn’t stop crying. I now realize that I was mourning in grief during that hour-long drive home. It…

Sunny Promises

Five days of constant rain and dark clouds were coming to an end. I knew that sunlight was in the forecast at some point today, but I got so used to the drizzly rain and comfortably dark sky, I didn’t think much of the forecast. I wanted to avoid it. I wanted to pretend that…

His Peace will Guard Your Hearts and Minds

My heart is filled with sadness that sprang from the void left by my sister’s leaving. She filled my quiet, solitary days with her sunny and vibrant attitude that she is blessed with. She got on her plane just five hours ago, but I feel as if I haven’t seen her for five years already….

Morning Magic

It’s such a wonderful time of the year. It’s perfect for reading, perfect for writing, for any activities you can do while sitting by the window where colorful autumn leaves are making their free fall. Now the trees are becoming bare, exposing their most vulnerable skin. It’s that time of the year- you feel like…

One Redemptive Afternoon

It was an unusually warm day for the late fall season. Eunice, my niece, was playing while my dad was trying to fix my sister’s TV. He was taking parts apart, and Eunice was clearly an obstacle for his grand project. The living room was dark, in contrast to the bright warm late Autumn day….

The Heart Speaks, Writing in Tears

    The heart speaks, writing in tears. The voice of the heart is silent. It can only gesture. The heart is a mute. It cannot voice out. It is not loud, it is not clear, it is not exposed. The message of the heart is hidden. So many words are being swallowed up unspoken, or…

We Are Family

There’s a new hope rising in my heart. The sun is rising outside the cafe, sky is all pink, its innocent face blushing lightly at the appearance of the commercial prince, the M/S shopping center. The buildings here are slightly designed to resemble medieval castles. It’s a fusion between medieval and modern styles. It’s so…

The Sweet Waiting, in Advent

“I want to watch Angelina Ballerina!” “No, I want Tappy Toes!” We just came back from the library with DVDs and books, and as soon as we entered the door, the DVD battle between my niece and nephew broke out. While they argued with only two options, I suggested my choice just to broaden their…