Cursings

I love learning new words. I love writing decent lengths literature. I love a melodious lyric. I certainly love good poetry and fantastic plays. I love the limitless bounds of expression. Sometimes, however, there really is just no better way to say than an exclamatory “Holy shit.”

오직 주의 사랑에 매어

하나님, 제 몸은 쇠하여가고 

그것을 보는 제 영혼은 안타까워합니다. 

두려움에 떨고 있습니다. 

이제는 주와 동행하게 하소서

Thoughts from listening to 오직 주의 사랑에 매어

Path Chosen the Other Way

I had wanted to live a more selfless life. I had the chance to live that yesterday. I was given the opportunity to go have fun, or to use that time helping somebody else.

I probably could not have made that selfless decision myself. I like to think it was God-given. Nonetheless, through that decision, I had seen a glimpse of how God was working within our lives. I was allowed to see the lives of others, and it was a big motivation for me to pray. 

God does work in our lives. We just seem to miss it quite often. 

Struggles: RAP

Yo I got the blues for the clues of my miseries
Trying to change it into golden remedies
Here's all I got, this tongue, mouth and mind
flowing deep, the word of God, refined
A lesson in language, letters aligned
Repeat after me, saying R A P
acronyms standing for rhythm and poetry
Opening your eyes like optometry

Book Review: "Secrets" by Paul Tournier

I guess I should have stayed away from such a grandiose title, "Book Review." I merely wanted to share my thoughts on the book, and maybe make some anonymous confessions. 

"Keeping a secret is the first step in becoming an individual. Telling it is the second step." - Paul Tournier

There were so many good quotes from the book, but at the moment, I do not want to take the time to look them up. I really just wanted to get this out first.

I always had this notion of honesty and expression as the best method of socializing. Perhaps from living in a foreign country for so long, I had adapted without realizing it. I would open myself up, only to be let down by those that did not hold me as valuable as I had thought them to be. 

I always had to be talking, secrets were burdens to me, but now, they are what makes me special. The secrets I hold with God are what sustains me. The secrets I am to share with shall be what connects me to the person ever so intimately. 

Testimony of Today

I thank God for bringing me here to a metropolis, a big city with flashing lights. This place has many luxuries of our times, many famous people and many beautiful as well. Thank you for having allowed me to see and enjoy, so that I may know how great the sacrifice may be, and how greater your glories shall be. 

Random Thoughts #554234

1

원주를 사랑으로 가득 채우고 싶다. 

2

Word of the Day: Volunteer

3

성숙함이란 마음의 아름다움을 볼 줄 아는 것

4

Broken attitude, broken arrow

Mending mind, mending spirits

The Lost Art of Losing

Time surely strips us bare. A lot of good and the bad are lost with each moment. Some move towards the better while some move towards disappointment.

One art that has been lost to us now, or perhaps never have been widely known, is the art of losing. 

It is truly a difficult task, rather paradoxical. All throughout the Bible, we see both sides from God. Sometimes, he brings His people towards victory. At times, He demands defeat and subjugation. 

I am hopeful that we may truly understand the will of the Lord here in this life to a certain extent. It may never be so, but with wide generalization, I am willing to make a statement that we are all more prone to avoid losing. We are so afraid of what may be lost that we fail to see what may be gotten from the loss. 

I constantly try to tell myself, "let go, let go," but it is never easy.

"Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return thither: the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD."Job 1:21 (KJV)

Glories Regained

The glories of our past are long gone,
and what remains is the faint glimmer of the riches past;
riches not just of gold and silver, but of our hearts, our spirits.
Though we are here today, a day older, a hand weaker, but ever so wiser.
From our mistakes, our failures, and our loves lost, we stand.
We still stand and that is precisely all that we need to rebuild what has been broken.
We are still here, striving for God, praying and believing.
Active and inactive, waiting on demand.

Perpetual motion is alive and present.
It is no myth. It is us. It is God in us. 

Blurbs #4825

1
사랑이 되지 않는다면
될 때까진 의리

2
너가 생각날 때에는
어떻게 하면 되는걸까?

3
흔들리는 인생 가운데
당신과 함께라면
참된 안식을 누릴 수 있을 거란 말
이제야 조금 알 것 같다

4
수많은 사람들과 관계들, 상황들과 결정들
그것들이 모여 지금의 이 곳까지
나를 이끌어준 것은 참으로 신기할 뿐이다

5
내일 죽을 수도 있다
오늘 무얼 해야 하나

This is What is in a Name

Words are but empty shells.
They only begin to have meaning
as much as your experiences

Love is an empty word.
You only have a life time to fill it

Thoughts from some time ago

I was in the midst of thinking
about what's of worth
here on this earth
slowly falling away to nihilism
and a bit of pessimism
but at times like these I realize
that beauty is still among us
with God, in God, and through God

Pancakes and Goodbyes

The world is colossal, enormous, gigantic, huge, massive, substantial, tremendous, vast, endless, extensive, ponderous, and simply...big. Light years and universes are the measurements of our finest scientists. Numbers that define 'up' just seems to keep on going. 

Yet, it is amazing how seeing just the slightest frown on your face, the whimpering voice just about to burst into tears, got me completely caught up on you. It is fascinating how in such a big world I am so saddened by your sorrow, how I am completely filled with thoughts of you, just from the second of you passing by.

It is incomprehensive how God, creator of all that exists, still finds us through and amidst the universe. 

Perhaps we are indeed made in the image of You.

안개 낀 아침

여느때와 같이 일어나 밖으로 나가보니

안개가 가득, 눈 앞에 차 있었다

그런 습한 날에는 숨 쉬는 것이 더욱 느껴져

내가 살아있음을 한 층 더 느끼게 해준다

Colors

Color my world, O Lord
Color it black, like the grace of covered shame,
Color it red, like the precious blood of the lamb,
Color it blue, like the skies filled with freedom promised,
Color it yellow, like the harvest soon to come,
Color it green, like the safe pastures that you have prepared
Color it purple, like the flowers representing your beauty
Color it white, like the pure bride that is us

For some time now, I was very much focused on studying. I took all my energy to pay close attention to what the professors were saying in lecture. I am glad that I have matured enough to learn to listen to others, but at other times, I miss daydreaming throughout the class, throughout the days. In my mind, the damp dark colors of the world would soon be filled with various colors, only possible through the promises of joy and happiness from seeing Jesus. I am still unsure of what maturity really is, but I don't think being immature once in a while is all that bad.

The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W. B. Yeats

The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W. B. Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:

Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, 

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; 

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, 

And evening full of the linnet’s wings. 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day 

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; 

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, 

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.