One of my hakwon kids told me about her family today. I almost cried listening to her… I never expected such a story from such a happy, bright girl.
There are some other kids who have so many hurts at that young age—broken families, hysterical parent, loss of a parent and/or a sibling, illnesses, …
I’m so thankful for the little bits of one-on-one time I get to have with the kids and that some of them open up, but I feel so limited and inadequate at the same time…
How can I best show Your love to them in an active way?
Life isn’t fair and won’t become more-so because you complain about it
~!! What I tell my kids everyyyy time they complain, which is every other minute or so.
(Seriously, literally for some of them.)
Also: “Complaining doesn’t do your homework for you.”
Oh, did I say I love them? I do—quite, quite much.
My faboriteee (Taken with Instagram at Mishima)
/ Can Instagram please come up with a way to post to secondary blogs already? Or Tumblr a way to change primary blog? Thanks. /
Still not so happy, even after green tea ice cream at Mishima… I really cannot put up with disrespect and immaturity, and I am still bad at confronting others. Seriously, some of these kids just make me lose my speech…. It’s horrendous how rude they are. Argh.
:( Gonna go read for self-therapy.
Dad thinks it such a wonder that I painted my nails. Sorry, dad, that I deprive you so much of the daughter you’re supposed to have…
I can’t write these days… Or, for me, as it’s not so much writing as introspection, I can’t introspect so deeply or comfortably nowadays. I think I’m afraid of looking too intently into the well and falling into it again. Dreadful ghosts called Regrets, Doubts and Resentments live in there, you know, and they are just waiting for people to capture and enslave. Once they get a hold of your sleeve, they will drag you deeper and deeper down the dark, moldy well…. Until you fall so deep inside that you can’t see a streak of light and can only smell stinky mistakes and follies. Ah, miserable ghosts of my humanness, of my unbelief.
❖
Yup, the ghosts came out again. They took me on a tour down to the well again, but I’m strong enough at the moment to have been able to shake them off and come back up on the dry ground, thankfully. This is why I don’t think too much these days…
I still need much healing, God… 아직도 너무 많이 밉고 아파요.
