Miracle

I missed going to book cafes in Seoul so I made a small book cafe in the corner of my kitchen. I could easily find one to visit here but it’s not the same. I moved a small book shelf from my child’s room and took a quick trip to the local library. My daughter…

A Place to See, Hear, and Feel God

Where do you want to go now? I ask her. We just finished our Friday morning swim class. It was only 10 in the morning. We still had a whole day ahead of us. Ummm…  My two-year-old toddler is in deep thoughts for a moment. I watch her in anticipation wondering what she would say….

Resting in Father’s Love

While I was visiting my aunt and her family in Orlando, I heard a story that touched my heart deeply. It’s a story of Jenny-my aunt’s daughter- meeting her dad for the first time. My aunt had been divorced roughly for a year by then. She was a struggling waitress, a single mom, and a…

If You Can Dream It

After a failed job interview, I sit here wondering and asking: Am I cut out for a traditional employment type? Making data entries that have no personal meaning for 8 hours a day or working within the boundaries of certain systems created with high rate of production in mind? Is that really what I want?…

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….

Love Is the Path of Least Resistance

  The only way to break through it is to work through it. A breakup is really a breakthrough, if you can look at the other side of the coin. Just flip it. See what’s on the other side. And learn to see the whole picture. I remember when I first had my breakthrough in…

He Is Near

“Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops? What if your healing comes through tears? What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You’re near?” I know this to be true, because I have lived through raindrops, tears, and a thousand sleepless nights. I have blessings, and healing, and I know…

The Scar

* * * In Vita, the monks record her entering the monastery of St Disibod ‘in order to be buried with Christ and with him rise to immortality.’ – Hildegard of Bingen by Fiona Maddocks * * * “Why do you have these cuts on your hands? Oh, there’s more…” M said the other day….

When Loneliness Is Replaced with Longing

  Sometimes in life, loneliness is replaced with longing very quickly. One hundred years of solitude turns into timeless eternity of longing. I am not sugarcoating the emotion of longing. It could be just as painful as loneliness. Especially if the longing comes with no promise of being fulfilled. If you think about it, loneliness…

Hold on tight

I re-read my old post last night to reexamine how far I have come from the inception of my sudden idea planted by myself or by God of which I am still not perfectly sure. It was written on March 12 2013 inspired by Van Gogh-I was reading The Yellow House by Martin Gayford at…