Finish an ENTIRE coloring book. Start to Finish.
This will preferably be a joint effort completed with beloved family&friends.
Now I just have to find the perfect book.... :]
Monday, March 30, 2015
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Confrontations
"I’ve learned that if someone asks you for advice and you tell them the hard truth and they fight you in response, they weren’t really asking for advice — but self-affirmation to keep doing the wrong thing. That’s asking for less love, not more. And I can’t do that to you. Love means I have to tell you everything, even if my voice trembles and my hands shake and my eyes burn with weeping. Love means I will throw my body in front of you when you’re heading towards the cliff. It will cost my comfort with you. It’s a cost I’m willing to pay." - J. S. Park
Monday, February 23, 2015
God's Love.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/02/19/brother-christian-isis-victims-forgive_n_6713310.html
“The love for equals is a human thing--of friend for friend, brother for brother. It is to love what is loving and lovely. The world smiles. The love for the less fortunate is a beautiful thing--the love for those who suffer, for those who are poor, the sick, the failures, the unlovely. This is compassion, and it touches the heart of the world. The love for the more fortunate is a rare thing--to love those who succeed where we fail, to rejoice without envy with those who rejoice, the love of the poor for the rich, of the black man for the white man. The world is always bewildered by its saints. And then there is the love for the enemy--love for the one who does not love you but mocks, threatens, and inflicts pain. The tortured's love for the torturer. This is God's love. It conquers the world.”
― Frederick Buechner, The Magnificent Defeat
“The love for equals is a human thing--of friend for friend, brother for brother. It is to love what is loving and lovely. The world smiles. The love for the less fortunate is a beautiful thing--the love for those who suffer, for those who are poor, the sick, the failures, the unlovely. This is compassion, and it touches the heart of the world. The love for the more fortunate is a rare thing--to love those who succeed where we fail, to rejoice without envy with those who rejoice, the love of the poor for the rich, of the black man for the white man. The world is always bewildered by its saints. And then there is the love for the enemy--love for the one who does not love you but mocks, threatens, and inflicts pain. The tortured's love for the torturer. This is God's love. It conquers the world.”
― Frederick Buechner, The Magnificent Defeat
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Remain IN ME
At first everything told me this job was a bad move.
The salary is unsustainable. What about your college loans? The transportation is grueling. What will you do spending 2 hrs in the train every day? The location was dangerous. Will you put yourself there again? The job will put me further behind for grad school plans. When will you go back?
Now that I look back, it was the most senseless yet rewarding place God led me to.
The salary is enough. I can cut back and cook more dinners (for friends&family). The transportation is a blessing. Spending 2 hrs on the train impresses upon me each morning that the economic gap is glaring and that I need to go where people don't want to. The location was surrounded by God. He placed such good people in my life to befriend in this community. The job has only given me a greater desire for grad school and the trajectory that I need to take. I will apply when the Lord tells me to.
Even further, He has allowed me to support the very same teachers with whom I've worked alongside in Philadelphia, develop relationships between school admin/teachers/students/volunteers/nonprofits, befriend a local church that is deeply committed to engage with and serve the community, connect my own church to community outreach, and gain experience in nonprofits that could help others.
I'm reminded that sometimes the most impractical move in the worldly sense leads to the greatest blessing in the gospel sense. Why? Because God is radical and He works in radical ways.
“Compassion is the sometimes fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else's skin. It's the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too. ” ― Frederick Buechner
The salary is unsustainable. What about your college loans? The transportation is grueling. What will you do spending 2 hrs in the train every day? The location was dangerous. Will you put yourself there again? The job will put me further behind for grad school plans. When will you go back?
Now that I look back, it was the most senseless yet rewarding place God led me to.
The salary is enough. I can cut back and cook more dinners (for friends&family). The transportation is a blessing. Spending 2 hrs on the train impresses upon me each morning that the economic gap is glaring and that I need to go where people don't want to. The location was surrounded by God. He placed such good people in my life to befriend in this community. The job has only given me a greater desire for grad school and the trajectory that I need to take. I will apply when the Lord tells me to.
Even further, He has allowed me to support the very same teachers with whom I've worked alongside in Philadelphia, develop relationships between school admin/teachers/students/volunteers/nonprofits, befriend a local church that is deeply committed to engage with and serve the community, connect my own church to community outreach, and gain experience in nonprofits that could help others.
I'm reminded that sometimes the most impractical move in the worldly sense leads to the greatest blessing in the gospel sense. Why? Because God is radical and He works in radical ways.
“Compassion is the sometimes fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else's skin. It's the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too. ” ― Frederick Buechner
Lately I hunger for more compassion. For those in my youth group who are burdened by the pressures in a teenage world and are buckling under parental expectations. For those in the under-resourced public schools who are economically disadvantaged and show up to school either tired and/or hungry. For those overseas who are suffering at the hands of injustice and constantly running from nightmarish terror and relentless heartache.
Like a close sister had shared with me, I must not let physical needs deter me from seeing the true spiritual need of Jesus that these people all share. It is not for clothing nor is it for food. The deepest hunger dwelling in each of them is the hunger to know a Savior who created and loves them.
And to serve, I must hunger for and eat more.
"I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing" -John 15:5
"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world" -John 16:33
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
I'm Glad You Came
Thankful for dear people who traveled near and far to show me and Dallas some love this 2014 year.
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| grandpa Kang rocking his splendid hair and endearing wrinkles |
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| dear roomie Carol flying over to eat some pizza with me in Austin |
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| MeMoore driving up to hang out before her LSATs and trying some Emporium Pie! |
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| High School buds Jenn and Winslow flying down for joyous post-Christmas festivities |
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| Thankful for Winslow's suave photography skills and Jenn's joyful spirit |
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| Road trip buddies showing up at my doorstep one Sunday evening with some flowers and pie! |
As someone who expresses love most through words and not enough quality time, I'm thankful for friends who chip away and "intrude" into my stubborn "i'm busy" heart in love and grace.
Thankful for your friendship, wisdom, and love.
Friday, November 28, 2014
Late Night Tacos
Taco Cabana//
Around 3 am. Aluminum wrappers and used napkins strewn across the table.
Our friend mentions his constipation during a summer mission trip
(Loud enough to catch the ear of a passing waiter who bursts into laughter)
We all sat giggling around the table like young teenagers
In swoops the waiter who asks how our meal was before offering to take our trays.
He asks expecting an answer, not the kind prompted by employee obligation.
He has a genuine smile.
One that seems to hide a secret joy inside and one that can't be contained.
(and I was right...it can't be)
He asks about the mission trip.
We respond (not knowing we were a part of his mission).
Jesus.
He lights up.
Oh Jesus. He saved my life.
He makes a fist and gently taps his chest
He is so real. He is so good.
Praise Jesus.
Silence.
His testimony. Five sentences.
So real. So genuine.
A waiter at Taco Cabana.
Witnessing Jesus at 3 am.
It's funny. I just wanted to sit there.
And listen to him more.
Around 3 am. Aluminum wrappers and used napkins strewn across the table.
Our friend mentions his constipation during a summer mission trip
(Loud enough to catch the ear of a passing waiter who bursts into laughter)
We all sat giggling around the table like young teenagers
In swoops the waiter who asks how our meal was before offering to take our trays.
He asks expecting an answer, not the kind prompted by employee obligation.
He has a genuine smile.
One that seems to hide a secret joy inside and one that can't be contained.
(and I was right...it can't be)
He asks about the mission trip.
We respond (not knowing we were a part of his mission).
Jesus.
He lights up.
Oh Jesus. He saved my life.
He makes a fist and gently taps his chest
He is so real. He is so good.
Praise Jesus.
Silence.
His testimony. Five sentences.
So real. So genuine.
A waiter at Taco Cabana.
Witnessing Jesus at 3 am.
It's funny. I just wanted to sit there.
And listen to him more.
Friday, September 12, 2014
HUGS
The students at my elementary school are expected to abide by strict hallway procedures,
one of them ironically being "HUGS"
As soon as a teacher says, "Get in HUGS," the kids wrap their arms tightly across their little chests, face forward, and shuffle their two feet into a floor tile and quietly proceed behind their peers.
As an outsider, I've found it quite amusing to watch this take place
every time I enter the building to pull a student out for assessments.
On Friday, I pull two students from their classes.
One first grade boy whose constant smile gives away his missing two front teeth.
One first grade girl with a deep set of dimples and a long braid secured by plastic flower barrettes.
Both are shy but clearly excited to roam the halls with me.
I put on a stern face and whisper, "Give me HUGS," with a clear visual in my head of what was to ensue.
Except before I know it, these two come forward with arms outstretched and hug my legs.
I substitute two words
and strict disciplinarian
becomes teacher who needs some lovin.
These little ones sure know how to melt someone's heart on a chilly Friday afternoon.
one of them ironically being "HUGS"
As soon as a teacher says, "Get in HUGS," the kids wrap their arms tightly across their little chests, face forward, and shuffle their two feet into a floor tile and quietly proceed behind their peers.
As an outsider, I've found it quite amusing to watch this take place
every time I enter the building to pull a student out for assessments.
On Friday, I pull two students from their classes.
One first grade boy whose constant smile gives away his missing two front teeth.
One first grade girl with a deep set of dimples and a long braid secured by plastic flower barrettes.
Both are shy but clearly excited to roam the halls with me.
I put on a stern face and whisper, "Give me HUGS," with a clear visual in my head of what was to ensue.
Except before I know it, these two come forward with arms outstretched and hug my legs.
I substitute two words
and strict disciplinarian
becomes teacher who needs some lovin.
These little ones sure know how to melt someone's heart on a chilly Friday afternoon.
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