A South Korean Tragedy.

I’ve been wanting to write a post about the tragic ferry accident in Korea that took place over a week ago.

…but I haven’t been able to find the words.

Every single time I try to type I don’t know where to begin. When I try to sort through the thoughts in my head they just feel jumbled. We’ve been in Korea just over a year, and I can’t begin to tell you how connected, and apart of Korea Tom and I both feel.

It could be the incredible kindness we’ve been shown.

It could be the astounding beauty of this country.

It could be in the smiles of the kids we teach. 

It could be the outstanding opportunities that Korea has provided us.

Is it the beaches? The mountains? The respect we’ve been shown? 

Whatever it is we certainly feel very deeply connected. We are a part of life here. We live here. We call Korea home.

My heart has broken into pieces. Instead of pointing fingers & blaming certain individuals for the loss of so many lives why aren’t we loving more? Why aren’t we praying for the families who have lost their son or daughter. Sister or brother. Their friends. Or their teachers. The God I know and love didn’t do this. He never would. His heart aches too. He weeps for the families of those who are struggling now.

It’s been an eerie past week for us in Korea. We’ve witnessed a beautiful country that we love come together to help each other out.  From the fishing boats who were out at sea that saw or heard about the tragedy & came to the rescue…to a young girl only 22 years old Park Ji-young who lost her life saving others. The high school boy just 17 Jung Cha-Woong who took off his life jacket when he couldn’t swim himself to save his friend -a boy who lives to tell that story of the ultimate sacrifice. The doctors who live in Korea that have volunteered around the clock, and the country cancelling big events that were scheduled previously to show honor to the tragedy. That’s where I see Jesus. That’s God. The love. The ultimate sacrifice that Jesus paid for our sins.

My heart aches for the families of those who have passed.

I’ve hugged the kids (that I teach) a little longer. Smiled harder. Loved them deeper.

We need to continue to love. The world needs more of it.

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Wishes.Hopes. Dreams.