Today Nathan wrote an essay about his life in the village. This was one of the sentence he wrote: 我们平常散步的地方是高山野岭，在那里大自然是大家的厕所。I couldn’t stop laughing.
Last night I packed up the tent in my Grandma’s backyard. It may seem like a simple task, but the stories and meanings behind this task was very heart breaking and emotional. Packing up the tent felt like breaking a fragile porcelain bowl filled with precious droplets of memories—memories of my family and our one-year journey together. Nostalgia and sorrow flooded over me like a tidal wave crashing into an earthen wall. Why does packing up this tent bring me so much pain? Why is this empty space covered by a tarp have so much meaning and significance? Continue reading Packing Up the Tent
Life’s life. It all ends the same way, but the paths we take of life’s journey is a choice that is up to us to chose. Oops, sorry God, I’m the one blindfolded and you’re the one guiding me; it sure hurts when I hit those walls. Throughout this one year journey, I have learned much about travel and grown in my family relationship. Most importantly, I found my identity in Christ through His love for me. God’s love for me changed my whole being.
“Who’s your favorite kid, dad?” Olivia add
“Are to trying to kill me? ” Dad replied wisely.
“Answer wisely dad. One day you’re in, and the next day you’re out!” Joani added slyly.
(A scene at the Korean Center in Almaty, Kazakstan)