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yooon — Fri, 29 Jul 2011 07:44:40 +0000

WordPress served me well throughout college & then some.

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Katie Moon (best friend of 12+ years): What does the “c” stand for?
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Still Processing…

yooon — Mon, 25 Jul 2011 01:25:09 +0000

I landed in Seoul Wednesday afternoon and I am still finding the right words to all that happened during the 10 amazing days in Japan (that felt like a month). Blatant things that surface in my mind and heart: God loves Japan and His people, God gave our team supernatural unity and joy (a lot lot lot lot lot of laughter), and I am absolutely in love with my team/JahPAHN family. Planting, building, developing relationships. Digging deep. deeper and deeper to the gold He placed so specifically in each heart. Praying. Holding hands. Singing. Laughing. Praising. Rejoicing. Hoping.

Prayers, Please !

yooon — Sun, 10 Jul 2011 01:31:57 +0000

Off to Japan with the New Philly fam for 10 days to love love love love on the people and nation and be His light. Like cherry blossom trees, I pray that even though 10 days may seem short in the natural, our stay deeply imprints an image of hope and beauty in their hearts. An embedded image of hope and beauty that we long for and cling unto – that takes our breaths away and opens the gates to the Kingdom. 10 days may seem short in the natural, but God is above time, time is His and we fully trust in His providence & sovereignty as we stand firm upon the Word, in prayer, and united in the Spirit. Please keep us in your prayers!

On Post-London

yooon — Mon, 04 Jul 2011 13:03:31 +0000

A delayed post-London debriefing.

마음의 여유를 갖기. Take your time. Breathe a little. Love yourself completely as He fearfully and creatively made you in His image – to you and to me, to me and to you. Heart-piercing talks, always always – to you and to me, to me and to you. Character & personality differences aligned by two hearts tattered by similar scars, similar hurts, similar pains slowly yet surely getting patched up again. Getting healed. Becoming whole. To you and to me, to me and to you.

On Feeling Dumb.

yooon — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 14:42:05 +0000

Don’t know what the apt word is, but anything synonymous to “dumb” pointed to me is apt enough. I feel silly now, sheepishly looking at God and praising Him for His undeniable love for me and for my silly silly lack of faith & trust in Him. I was getting terribly disheartened pre&post London. The pain felt like I was back-pedaling in progress and many other circumstantial things made me feel like I was floating, floating here and there when I was desperately yearning for gravity.

After consciously beginning to realign my heart (I wasn’t even near complete in realigning), God plopped a hefty present on my lap. The interview went well, but it ended with the professor saying, “We regret that we only have one spot…” allowing me to rightfully assume that I didn’t get the spot. My heart was 99.9% ready to accept the rejection on the screen. All logic and common sense had pointed a no-go to “A”, making me (along with my parents) brainstorm for plan B. Too bad God had plan A in store all along, keeping me on my toes to the very end. Honing my heart, my soul, my spirit to the very end. And all I can end with is… all glory and honor and praise to God.

I’ve joined the SNU family. ! The last member of the 4 to join. (:
Thank you so very much to the beautiful beautiful people & their sincere congrats.

할아버지 upon hearing the good news. (*:

On Realigning.

yooon — Sat, 18 Jun 2011 02:00:45 +0000

A belated spring cleaning in my heart, realigning things and dumping out the extraneous mess that has been cluttering here and there. I held two identities firm within my increasing college years: a student & patient. I took much pride and confidence in the former, and painfully held unto the latter. After a few slap-in-the-face talks, reality-check circumstances and more, I realized holding unto the latter was only allowing myself to morph into a self-fulfilling forever undiagnosed patient. I didn’t want that… I think. Or so I had to tell myself repeatedly. So I began taking baby steps in throwing that away, in morphing what I had in that to what I was growing to have in the Lord. Slowly, but surely.

And with the former? What’s wrong with being a student, right? I was diligently being what I was supposed to do, and diligently adding layers of career dreams & goals into my future of academia and my entire being. What’s wrong with being ambitious, right?

So many things are about the fine lines. I had clearly crossed the fine line when all my confidence was found in purely that: my being as a student, my goals & my academic accomplishments. Really? After being utterly disheveled and lost because my career plans weren’t going accordingly, God said to me, “Yoon. Why do you limit yourself and have confidence in yourself only as a student? Why not have confidence in me and only me. You as my daughter, and I as Your Father.”

& in that, I have so much more freedom. So much more to be and to grow & learn to be.

Plus, whenever I look at my surroundings, it’s too clear to me that He’s going to make it work out. Perfectly (*:

On Burning Calories

yooon — Mon, 30 May 2011 05:30:51 +0000

The best way to burn calories: talking until your face muscles hurt, laughing while pounding your fist, dancing, singing, free-styling, and of course yoga-ing at hangang.

Also, going “all out” at the convenient store – with chupa chups & 17차 are a must.

On The Brother Turning 29.

yooon — Mon, 23 May 2011 15:50:21 +0000

I was skimming through our old pictures and in so many of them, I noticed a subtle detail – my brother is always near me, protecting me, guiding me, or making sure I’m okay. Like the picture above.

Only those who have lived with me (fam, roommates, & special summer roommates) have witnessed the depth and large range of emotions I underwent on a day-to-day basis behind the walls of my home. I oftentimes went out hours at a time with a smile on my face (albeit sometimes forced) and would come home the crankiest girl ever. My response to the ongoing pain, range of treatments, and emotional exhaustion all heightened at home – mostly in the evenings when everyone came home from a long day at work. But my brother didn’t flinch, and he stuck by. He jumped on my bed and made me laugh, every single day. He swallowed all of my tantrums and never held a frown on his face. He woke up and fell asleep to my ugliest sides from the room next to his and still, still… showered me with so much joy and love and affection. Not only does his unbelievably optimistic nature put my self-detrimental ruminating and worrying to shame, but also proves to me that I am just so entirely and wonderfully blessed. I could brag about him for plenty of more paragraphs, but will bring the sappiness to an end. Happiest birthday to my brother & best friend – the one who always highlights the better things in life. (*:

On Being Daddy’s Girl.

yooon — Mon, 23 May 2011 02:30:13 +0000

When I think about my dad, I oftentimes think of the gaze he lovingly gives me while I’m chatting away at the dinner table. I imagine his face held that same gaze the day I was born and he held me in his arms. I didn’t do anything at that point. I was simply born, and yet his face said it all.

When I think about my God, I think of Him as my Lord who is faithful, King who reigns, Savior of grace and mercy, and Father who is sovereign. These days, my heart is softening to my God as Daddy. A daddy who gazes at me lovingly and simply loves me, before I even did anything.

On Rainy Days.

yooon — Mon, 09 May 2011 08:50:39 +0000

It’s gloomy today. The skies are glum and offering bouts of rain every few minutes. The wind is harsh but the air is humid, basically not the ideal weather. My here & now reflects the here & now outside of Hyundai I-park. Sudden significant back pedaling in pain (post-treatment effects + stomach combo) makes me feel like I’m treading water with no land in sight. I kneel in my room, with my head sinking into the creases of my arms as I pray, “Lord, Lord – please breathe into my body, Your breath of healing – complete healing. “

& possibly 2 minutes after swimming in my bed becomes awfully underwhelming, He tells me, “Yoon. Be joyful.” The Father has worked through me in too many ways for me to deny that there is land in sight - the promise He planted in my heart. I need to steer clear of faulty whispers and discouragement blocking my vision, and keep swimming… joyfully. Because as I am, I see you swimming next to me, and you cheering me on.

For sunnier days (: