Dear Daughter

Merci mille fois, ma fille.

You have completely changed how I see our Good Father-

• your profound joy every morning when I wake you up...your laughter extinguishes all exhaustion lingering in my body. Every day is new and to be explored...not to be taken for granted but one to be greeted with such delighted expectation!
• your "ttok ttok ttok" knocking on every door in the house and firm expectation that it would open to you inspires me to have that kind of faith whenever I seek out new opportunities 
• that day you refused to let me open the container of blueberries for you...that broke my heart Es. I wondered, do you question my ability? do you doubt my love for you? do you doubt that I am for you and would do anything in my power to make you happy? It is a sobering realization knowing that even then I'll have days when I fail you, yet we have a Father who never will and has limitless capacity to be everything for you...my deep desire is that you would know His perfect love
• your unwillingness to hold my hand when exploring the world-despite my better knowledge of your safety-reminds me of the ways in which I stubbornly refuse to let the Lord lead me some days
• your fearlessness in jumping into the water and into my arms--even when I'm not ready. Your utter faith that I will catch you is the one of the best compliments. I pray I will rely on God like you.
• your existence--especially when you are fast asleep--brings me inexplicable joy. Even when you were a baby, I could stare at you for hours. No need to do anything-your very being is my delight.

Answered Prayer

 

October 16, 2020

...the day I said yes! to my forever partner on this side of heaven.

How good God is to bring us together!

Wilderness explorers. Adventure awaits!

Oh Sweet Blessed Reminder

"When they saw him, they worshiped him; but some doubted. Then Jesus came to them and said, "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age." -Matthew 28:17-20

In the midst of the enormous pressure I've been feeling these days and the doubts creeping into this heart of mine, His words are a wave of peace that brings tears to my tired and weary eyes.
You know me, messy and ill-prepared, as I drive from meeting to meeting. You see the tears roll down my cheeks. You hear my quiet cries for help as my hand is on the steering wheel. You pour into me at just the right times when every text message is another ask pulling me to another task. Yes, Lord. You are with me always, to the very end of the age. How blessed it is to be yours. 

Let's Talk! Dallas 2018

Learnings from organizing Let's Talk! Dallas 2018.

Lord, may I never forget your faithfulness from this past adventure. 

These are my stones of remembrance--let me capture them here. 

• Power of team. We were meant to be a community of Christ. It takes a village, and we cannot do God's work alone. When one person had to step back, another would step up. This was so organic in the MSG team, and I'm so grateful for the many times that the team covered for one another in every season. What a breath of relief it was when everyone safely arrived in Dallas! 
• Passion > Money. In fact, it's almost scary to see what people are willing to do and sacrifice when their passions come alive. It is what drew so many speakers from MA, PA, NY, VA, and TX to do this work for free. In fact, it actually costed many--time with family, time from work, sleep, finances. How beautiful! What a privilege it is to work with such passionate souls--so inspired by them. I can only pray God please bless your people to the tenfold.
• There is freedom when you're not in control. Every week leading up to the conference brought so much anxiety, and yet when it was the week of the conference, I found myself in utter peace knowing that there really wasn't anything that I could do that would dramatically alter the conference--that last week felt just right. God, knowing "there is nothing I could do" is such a good place to be--please keep me there always, in that sacred place.
• Follow your leaders. My mother's love was so tangible these last few weeks. She said, "끝가지가야지 마음이 편하지" as she drove me around the city, waiting patiently in the parking lot as I knocked on the doors of nearly every Korean church pastor circled in the local newspaper. Behind every child doing God's work is a praying figure--mine is mom. When ticket numbers were low, she believed that God can even move through my young age and broken Korean. Thankful for her courageous love and unwavering faith, for the laughter she brought me (our David dance), and her sneaky snacks appearing during my endless video calls. You can never doubt the results are from God if you've given it your all--go to the end and let God do the rest.
• 1 Timothy 4:12. "Do not let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith, and in purity." Remember Pastor Choi at Semihan who spent the time listening to you fumble over your words that afternoon, who took the time to listen, who encouraged you, and who reminded you that even your broken Korean can be very powerful. You needed to hear that that afternoon. Knock and knock hard. 
• Humility of servant leaders. I was so blessed to visit pastors from all around the DFW area during the week--I would often pull into a church only to spot a pastor sweating as he lugged retreat food from one van to another or doing other handiwork around the building. When asked where the senior pastor was, I would often get, "제가 단임 목사님인되요..." How humble are your servants, oh Lord! Bless them, increase their territory. Remember them! 
• Faith is hard. The story of David approaching Goliath became so real. It was hard when adults seemed discouraged, and I'm sure David felt that way too. Faith is tested even with small things like ordering lunches for a conference when budget is tight--will they show up? There were so many moments when I blurted 240 and wondered, "Am I crazy?" It made me wonder if David, too, had those moments...moments when he questioned his sanity as he took off the armor and started approaching Goliath with a pocket full of stones. Faith doesn't come naturally for sinful people like me--I realized that faith is a choice you make every day. It was not my faith. Indeed it was the object of my mustard-seed-like faith, our great Father, who hears and answers.
• Faith may mean stepping in and getting wet. Thank the Lord for community. When it was hard, I remember sweet Anna who reminded me via text: "literally as the priests step foot INTO the river God moves...there's a touching and initiating until the very last moment...as patience and trust is stretched beyond understanding"--I will never forget the strength of this truth as we got to the very last minute with numbers. Yes, it was blind faith, carried by the dearest of friends--even blind faith is bold because we are never alone on this journey. Lord, thank you for everyone who willingly stepped into the waters with me. We get wet together. 

"The priests who carry the ark of the Lord, the Lord of the whole earth, will stand in the water of the Jordan. Then the water flowing from upstream will stop and stand up like a dam. So they broke camp to cross the Jordan River. The priests who carried the ark of the promise went ahead of the people. (The Jordan overflows all its banks during the harvest season.) When the priests who were carrying the ark came to the edge of the Jordan River and set foot in the water, the water stopped flowing from upstream. The water rose up like a dam as far away as the city of Adam near Zarethan. The water flowing down toward the Sea of the Plains (the Dead Sea) was completely cut off. Then the people crossed from the east side of the Jordan River directly opposite Jericho. The priests who carried the ark of the Lord’s promise stood firmly on dry ground in the middle of the Jordan until the whole nation of Israel had crossed the Jordan River on dry ground." -Joshua 3:13-17

• Mustard Seed. At the last church I visited, the pastor told me that mustard seeds are found all over Israel--they're actually meant to be scattered and not planted. So the fact that Jesus would mention planting a mustard seed displays the extra tender loving care He shows it. In the same way, the pastor reminded me that this work is very precious in God's eyes. Lord, this work was thought up by You--may we be faithful as You give the growth. Thank you for loving us. 
• Healing starts from me. I did not realize that this conference would end up reconciling wounds within my own family. Though at first hesitant, mom finally warmed up to sharing her story on stage with oppa. God was doing a work within this relationship, and I will never forget watching my family find healing during this first conference. Even dad said the panel was his favorite part--I know that that time was sacred for the Kang family. God, you never let go. 

The Answer is Awe

"Research shows that when humans experience awe--wonderment at redwoods or rainbows, Rembrandt or Rachmaninoff--we become less individualistic, less self-focused, less materialistic, and more connected to those around us. In marveling at something greater than ourselves, we become more able to reach out to others. At first, this seems counter intuitive, but on closer examination, it begins to sound a lot like the Great Command: Love God with heart, soul, mind, and strength (marvel at Someone greater than yourself)...love your neighbor (reach out to others). Awe helps us worry less about self-worth by turning our eyes first toward God, then toward others. It also helps establish our self-worth in the best possible way: we understand both our insignificance within creation and our significance to our Creator. But just like a child on an iPad at the foot of an eight-hundred-year-old redwood, we can miss majesty when it is right in front of us." -Jen Wilken, None Like Him

I am once again reminded to look upon the Creator when life throws itself upon me. When I feel overcome by the waves of this world and the doubts of my heart, may I sit at the foot of Jesus. Trust in His omniscience, omnipotence (His ability to act), omnipresence, immutability, self-sufficiency, self-existence, incomprehensibility, and sovereignty (His authority to act).

Happy Mother's Day

The Lanyard - Billy Collins

The other day I was ricocheting slowly
off the blue walls of this room,
moving as if underwater from typewriter to piano,
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
when I found myself in the L section of the dictionary
where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard.

No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
could send one into the past more suddenly-
a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp
by a deep Adirondack lake
learning how to braid long thin plastic strips
into a lanyard, a gift for my mother.

I had never seen anyone use a lanyard
or wear one, if that's what you did with them,
but that did not keep me from crossing
strand over strand again and again
until I had made a boxy
red and white lanyard for my mother.

She gave me life and milk from her breasts,
and I gave her a lanyard.
She nursed me in many a sick room,
lifted spoons of medicine to my lips,
laid cold face-clothes on my forehead,
and then led me out into the air light

and taught me to walk and swim,
and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard.
Here are thousands of meals, she said,
and here is clothing and a good education.
And here is your lanyard, I replied,
which I made with a little help from a counselor.

Eternal

"We live differently when we regard the future as a place we will go 'if the Lord wills.' God does not owe me the seventy or eighty years of which Moses speaks in Psalm 90 Every year he gives is a gift, gracious and undeserved. Thanks be to God, not just for the years he has preserved me but for the years he has ordained for me, perfect in number and known only to him.

How aware are you that your days are numbered? How willing are you to ask the Lord to teach you this precious truth? In the closing lines of Psalm 90, Moses makes one last remarkable request of God. He asks not once, but twice that our seventy or eighty years would have an impact that outlives their span.

Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands upon us; yes, establish the work of our hands!

Here is a remarkable truth: God is able to bring eternal results from our time-bound efforts. This is what Jesus intimates when he tells us to store up treasure in heaven rather than on earth. When we invest our time in what has eternal significance, we store up treasure in heaven. This side of heaven, the only investments with eternal significance are people."  - Jen Wilken

A beautiful reminder as I begin this next phase of job-searching, soul-searching, call it what you will. Lord, what an adventure it is walking with you. May my eyes grow wider, my faith grow deeper, and my hands grip yours tighter in all this.

Thoughts into the New Year

"For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; 
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away,
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace."
-Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Last year was definitely a year of breaking down--
breaking down my pride, my aim for perfectionism, my desire to please everyone, my notion of being able to do everything, and my idea that I had to like everything that is placed in my life.

I have instead learned the hard way that--
I am not good at everything (obvious but incredible that I assumed this with every job), I am flawed for my own good, I will never please everyone, I am human with grand limitations, and I do not have to pretend to like everything to justify God's sovereignty--He promised to be with me but never promised that I will like everything that comes my way, including this current job. He is still good.

2018.

10 years since I graduated from high school...what.
9 years since I decided on an English and French major.
8 years since I embarked on my first trip to Africa.
7 years since I flew home after spending a semester in Paris.
6 years since I graduated college and began my career in education.
5 years since I went on my first solo trip to Africa to teach in Tunisia.
4 years since I left my classroom and moved to Dallas.
2 years since I started my grad program in Cambridge.
1 year since I got my masters and began my job in Boston.

Praying that this year will be one of building up.
Physically, emotionally, socially, and spiritually.

Lord, please take the wheel.
Lead me into deeper waters with a faith that will carry me through.
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Last Day of the Year

Last Day of 2017.

Incredible how quickly time flies. This time last year I was a giddy grad student getting ready to fly back to Boston to take a winter course called Topics in Ed Psychology. I loved the course, the classmates, and the way the instructor directed the class. I was mesmerized by the content as much as the way he had organized the course for us--content was great, but his teaching style was definitely something else. It was my happy place indeed. I miss those carefree walks to class and leisurely stopping by cafes along the way.

This year, I'm going back to Boston more confused than ever. Winter break unraveled a lot of hurt that I had not noticed and also unveiled incredibly deep joys that I came to so appreciate. When the Church hurts, the rest of the body does too. I learned this so tangibly over the break. Our words have consequences, many of them unseen. I had flashbacks of my church split when I was in middle school--the hurt, the bitterness, the confusion that it brought.

Through all this, I keep thinking of the children. The two toddlers who wrapped their little arms around their daddy's legs as the congregation surrounded their dad to pray for him. The young freshman in college who silently wept before me, crying for her parents who chose a life that she did not have a say in.

I think of the sacrifices of our ministry leaders and realize that they can only make these hard decisions here on earth because they truly see this life as temporal and await a life that is eternal. Once again the verse that spoke to me at the beginning of 2017 continues to resound ever so loudly at its end--it's as if it's getting louder and louder.

Reminder: remember the children always--they see us and understand more than we think.

"Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."-Matt. 6:19-21

Signs of a Mature Church

Sunday Sermon Notes

Pastor Paul Kim.

Renewal.

"A Missional and Mature Church..."

...has the right focus on the right person. The focus of the church is Jesus and not on human celebrities. Are we amazed by the message of the church? Don't celebrate the donkey--he is simply a carrier of the good news. Focus on the man on the donkey.

...elevates the parts of the body that seem weaker. Celebrate weakness. The church must honor those that seem less honorable. It is counter-cultural.

...has very few spectators. Instead of the 80/20 rule, 80 percent should do 100 percent of the work. The other 20 percent should be visitors. It is a big team with very few spectators. The church will be a movement when the body of Christ is released in this crusade.

...has love. There must be love. There is a reason why 1 Corinthians 13 is sandwiched between two chapters on spiritual gifts. Without love, there is nothing. 

ESL Musings

We were asked to share one thing that we have been learning through our studies.

She looked down to collect her thoughts and finally spoke:

I still have questions about God and have doubts. But I know one thing. I want to be like the people who follow Jesus. 

Moments like these I am reminded of the power of God and His divine appointments.
They are indeed divine.

Witnessing miracles every Friday morning. One of my greatest blessings here in Boston.

Love is the Foundation

"Wow, that'a amazing," she breathed.

Her words stopped me in my tracks. My mind just seconds before was buzzing with ideas on what to do next--it was on panic mode after I woke up just an hour before, way after sleeping past my alarm and fully aware that I have a paper due in just 2 hours that was nowhere near complete. It was in the shower when God gave me 1 Corinthians 13 to go over for my first study with my ESL student and dear friend. I felt stripped of control, completely unprepared, totally undone. If a miracle was to happen, there was nothing I could take credit for. And perhaps that was exactly where He wanted me.

This morning I had the honor of guiding a sister through prayer and reading the Word. As we read verse by verse, back and forth from English to Chinese, I could see her eyes widen, her voice pause, and her eyes scan the passage once more. I don't think the Chinese translation is right, she would murmur at times. Just that Sunday, the pastor preached about the living Word. Indeed it is. How could I doubt it when I see my dear friend so captivated after her first reading of this infamous chapter on love? This chapter that I had memorized in elementary school and almost outgrown and taken for granted. She, however, saw His words with fresh eyes. The way they were to be seen and understood. She, was hearing His voice. And I? I was seeing it.

"Love is the foundation," she concluded.

Yes, it is. It really is.
When we reachout, God really does reachin.
Blessed beyond measure in this place.

You unravel me, Lord.
May I never forget what it is like to approach Your Word with childlike faith.
Never ever. May I never grow tired of hearing Your voice.

If you sent me all the way to Boston to witness this,
this was all so worth it.

Lessons from a Blind Man

Blind Bartimaeus Receives His Sight

"Then they came to Jericho. As Jesus and his disciples, together with a large crowd, were leaving the city, a blind man, Bartimaeus (which means “son of Timaeus”), was sitting by the roadside begging. When he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to shout, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!”Many rebuked him and told him to be quiet, but he shouted all the more, “Son of David, have mercy on me!”Jesus stopped and said, “Call him.”So they called to the blind man, “Cheer up! On your feet! He’s calling you.” Throwing his cloak aside, he jumped to his feet and came to Jesus."What do you want me to do for you?” Jesus asked him.The blind man said, “Rabbi, I want to see.”“Go,” said Jesus, “your faith has healed you.” Immediately he received his sight and followed Jesus along the road." -Mark 10: 45-52

Once again, Friday morning comes, and excitement rattles my bones. ESL classes at Highrock have been so life-giving for me here in Cambridge. Gathered in a room full of believers and non-believers alike, we delve into the Word after English class to receive fresh insight in ways that I've never experienced before. Today, God spoke against my stubborn tendency to do. I find myself constantly asking, "God, what can I do for you?" when He is actually telling me something else.

Be like the blind beggar, Cathy. Throw your cloak aside. Throw aside your most treasured possession and come to me. Jump to your feet and come to me. 

As I look through my emails and long list of to-dos, I'm starting to understand now.

What do you want me to do for you?

This is mind-boggling. This is almost exasperating. How could the God of the universe, the God of my very breath moving through my lungs right now, dare ask me this question?

Lord, I want more faith. I want to see you the way the blind man did. Because if I don't see you for who you really are, I will never be willing or able to throw my cloak aside. Grant me this. 

Nana

She threw her head back and chuckled her loud, boisterous laugh.

You would have never guessed that she came from poverty.

And that she tasted the bitterness of homelessness.

She taught me many things that afternoon in Toah Nipi.

I got my blanket stolen right off me while sleeping at the shelter.

Sometimes they take your shoes, so you sleep with them on.

Oh, but that blanket. How I miss that soft blanket.

Of course you can offer your leftovers. 

As long as you ask, I assure you 9 times out of 10 they'll take it.

Just make sure you ask. 

Once we were all in line, baking in the heat, to get a spot at the shelter.

Across the street, a church was cooking hot dogs for us.

My mouth was watering and I wanted it so bad.

But I had to decide whether to give up my spot in line or wait it out.

I decided to wait so I could get a place to sleep that night.

Others couldn't resist and went for the hot dog.

But they didn't get no place to sleep for the night. 

You see, I was mentally ill.

I was hearing voices in my head telling me crazy things.

I needed help. Some of these people are just like that.

They once had a normal life, but something went on inside that head.

But Jesus rescued me.

Oh yes, yes He did.

Thank you Nana.

For patiently answering all my questions.

Jesus is so alive in you, I keep thinking of you.

Thoughts from a Quiet Place

Then, because so many people were coming and going that they did not even have a chance to eat, he said to them, "Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest." So they went away by themselves in a boat to a solitary place. -Mark 6:31-32

It was nice to get away. 

To get lost in the woods. To be suspended in the waters.

To see the familiar foliage that decorated my childhood in the east coast.

We chewed on Mark 2 for three days.

The story of four friends bringing Jesus their paralyzed friend.

Four friends who made a hole in the roof so Jesus would heal him.

Some key takeaways from the characters:

Jesus

am I also open to disruption?

how do I give evidence of God's power?

am I a "slave to efficiency" or open to God's radical plans?

Paralyzed man

do I allow myself to be supported by others?

do I obey, no matter the circumstance?

do I accept his unconditional forgiveness?

Friends

am I willing to sacrifice for my friend(s)?

do I believe that my faith can heal my friends?

do I wait for an "agenda" or do I simply bring my friend to Jesus?

Teachers of the law

do I understand that Jesus is "unconventional"?

am I open to change?

do I fully understand that God sees my heart?

Crowd

how do I respond to disruption?

do I make room for those who are hurting?

do I come with expectation?

May I never grow tired of learning.

May I never grow weary of leaning on my God.

When Sisters Visit

Thankful for these beautiful souls.

When Cabell 104 did Boston.

October 14-17.

Nemo needs a wash.

English is Hard

het·er·o·nym

ˈhedərəˌnim/

noun

LINGUISTICS

1. 1.

   each of two or more words that are spelled identically but have different sounds and meanings, such as tear meaning “rip” and tear meaning “liquid from the eye.”
2. 2.

   each of two or more words that are used to refer to the identical thing in different geographical areas of a speech community, such as submarine sandwich, hoagie, and grinder.

May I never forget the challenges and frustrations with learning a second language.

May I never forget what it felt like standing in those lines at the bakery and stumbling over my order in Paris.

May I never forget how her face flushed red when the cashier repeatedly asked her to repeat her request. 

May I never forget the embarrassment when the professor scoffed at my pronunciation of preuve.

May I always remember the deep joy of connecting to someone dans sa langue maternelle.

Forgiveness

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

No hint of judgment. No hint of pity.

Just eyes full of compassion.

My eyes welled up as I took in this stranger's words.

Oh how quickly my hurt, anger, and bitterness dissipated. 

It was a chance meeting. I simply followed a friend who wanted to see a free documentary about a hospice in Scotland that was offering a type of palliative care unlike many we see around here. I didn't think I could relate to the film until a panel took form on stage after the showing. One of the panelists was the chair of Psycho-social Oncology and Palliative Care at the Cancer Institute here. As he spoke on his area of research, which was the ways in which doctors had conversations with patients diagnosed with terminal illnesses, my ears perked up and I sat up in my seat. 

Suddenly I was back in that tiny office in Dallas with my dad. His young oncologist nonchalantly responds that dad's sickness has gone into his bones and that "of course" it was stage 4. My fingers clench the bottom of my seat and I quickly excuse myself from the office to cry silently in the parking lot. I'm angry and hurt--what does this doctor know about this magnificent man sitting before him? I grow embittered by his callous response, leaving no room for forgiveness--for the possibility of his own detachment from patients as a protective measure for his own heart in this field of oncology. 

It would be a year and a half later in Boston where I would finally be able to forgive and let go. I awkwardly stood around the refreshment table waiting for him to appear from the theater doors and grew disheartened when he was quickly approached by several guests, one clearly going on about her own stories. He spots me waiting nervously and eventually politely cuts off the lady to approach me. I had plenty of time to rehearse my questions for this very busy man, but the minute he thanks me for waiting, my words spill out into a messy puddle. My awful visit to the oncologist, my fear of switching doctors, my frustration at the callous insensitivity we received, my tears that afternoon. 

"Oh. I'm so sorry."

At that moment, I knew that God brought me to hear those words for a reason. There was a man I needed to forgive, and I was going to hear the apology from a fellow physician states away. There is no connection between the two men, This man before me had nothing to do with the hurt and frustration that I experienced back in Dallas. And yet, his words would heal me. And it would be more than enough.  

Thank you, Dr. James Tulsky.

Thank you for your research.

Thank you for your kindness. 

Thank you for seeing the hurting person in me. 

Thank you Lord for knowing the deepest depths of my heart and for freeing me each day. Thank you once again for your divine appointments. 

Crossing the Charles River

"Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow."

-Mary Jean Irion

Being in a 9-month graduate program is like experiencing freshman and senior year at the same time. It's my first year and it's my last year. It's my first fall and my last fall. It is almost as if I came with a set notion that I will leave soon. While this mindset has allowed me to really reflect before making every decision (where I will live, what church I will commit to, what courses I will take, etc.), I am also realizing that it has almost convinced me that I am in control of everything. That there is ONE right path, and I must choose the right one because my entire future is at stake. I've been feeling very  s t u c k  while grappling with these decisions, and I almost envy the Charles River, which I pass on a frequent basis. 

I love that it just flows. There are ripples and not all are the same. It invites the city to admire it, enjoy it, bask in it. Honestly, it's not really that special (actually quite dirty if you ask me), but what makes it beautiful is its surroundings. How the sun's last rays dance across its surface, how the city lights cast its glittering lights across it. It just is. 

Lord, you called me here. You uprooted me from a deep, loving community in Dallas and gently placed me here all the way out here in Cambridge. So during this season, help me to be present. So present. I do not want to lose what you have for me today because I am already eagerly chasing after tomorrow. 

So here's a humble reminder that tomorrow is not guaranteed.

But the Lord's goodness and faithfulness I can rely on. 

And a gentle reminder that He is with me now.

Concern for Our Neighbor

When she asked about the weather, I thought she was checking up on us.

Nope. She was concerned about the bunny that visits our backyard every morning.

Yep. 토강 is its name.