Pretty Lanterns set up along a”river” in Seoul this month.
And a fluffy gray stray.
Isn’t it cute?
Runnings in circles in my head.
1Shout joyfully to the Lord, all the earth.
2 Serve the Lord with gladness;
Come before Him with joyful singing.
3 Know that the Lord [b]Himself is God;
It is He who has made us, and [c]not we ourselves;
We are His people and the sheep of His pasture.
4 Enter His gates with [d]thanksgiving
And His courts with praise.
Give thanks to Him, bless His name.
5 For the Lord is good;
His lovingkindness is everlasting
And His faithfulness to all generations.
Photos of Lydia.
I’ve decided to affectionately call her Liddy.
I don’t know is she likes it or not, but it fits.
Jenny, look at how long my hair is!
Setting, moon rising. Paint brush swirls.
Good day so far. A little lazy, what with editing photos and stuff. Still cannot sing, which was torture this afternoon as I was watching Mulan with Evvie…*lip syncs “I’ll make a man out of you!”*
It is my auntly duty.
A play on words, but relevant nonetheless.
Back home form a very nurturing retreat over the weekend. Saturday we were split into groups for a scavenger hunt around Seoul.
We had a regrettably massive amount of fun.
regrettable because I know it will likely not happen again…here are some of my favorite shots.
The previous stop the train was practically empty. The doors opened here and a tremendous amount of people flooded in. Group selfie of us all squished together like sardines. Good thing we didn’t stick out like sore thumbs or anything. :D
Groupie with a poster of Seoul Tower (instead of the real tower).
Best Tourist shot! *high five*
Its just fun.
Lauren and I. Group waiting to cross the street; some smiles. :)
Waiting for the Bus. Lovely women.
Driving home. Bye Seoul. Je t’adore.
Messing around on the bus.
Becca and I watching the sunset. Drink it in!
Taste from my past weekend.
In brief (a word seldom utilized in my vocabulary), before I can disciple or love others, I have to be actively engaged in my relationship with Christ. I was doing it the other way around as it would turn out, thus the stress and instability reoccurring in my life.
I will save you the dramatized version of my weekend and give you this: God wants me to trust Him, and He has shown me that I can.
Kisses from Korea, (is that too cheesy?)
On a tree / arms west to east / the brittle earth drinks Your sweet blood
Final breath resounds / veil falls down / Father now You’re here with us
Oh what a beautiful heart / oh what beautiful scars
Weight of sin / crushed your bones / yet You caused grace to fall
When I defy / I try and hide / but I can’t escape you’re quite love
Oh what a beautiful heart / oh what beautiful scars
You hold this heart / with Hands that I scared
Bleed though I may / You’ve lived the cruelest pain
Your love for me
Takes my breath away
Rebellious heart / kept us apart / It was right for me to be condemned
All for love / You came down to us / to give your life for life of men
oh what a beautiful heart / oh what beautiful scars
The photo I used here was taken last autumn during one of my sorta-routine sunday afternoon drives with Mom. We were wandering through the mountains. Dad was in the X-terra behind us (maybe I was riding with him?). We were looking for property.
The most beautiful thing about this Korea trip I would say most definitely has been the people I’ve met here.
Treasure Friendships that I pray will last a lifetime.
Some may, others may not. C’est la vie.
In the mean time, before farewells are formally due, I will enjoy this time with gratitude swelled heart. God has opened doors here for me to serve, encourage and love the people He loves. I believe He’ll continue to use me in that manner wherever I go.
It anguishes me to think of the nearing goodbye, but I find slight solidarity in the center of stormy emotions when I remember that He opened these doors in the first place (who would have thought I’d meet and do and be and serve in Korea like I am!) and will do so again when He leads me to my next destination. This is not the end–only the beginning.
Family, I keep saying it because it is true: I don’t miss you at all! My absence has enriched my love for you, but not insisted any pain or home sickness. I feel more secure here than I ever have before it my life! That to say this: life is changing. Anything could happen and i am now very open to be/live/do whatever and where He will lead me.
Don’t know what my life will look like, and i am somehow ok with that.
Beautiful, huh? I, Skylar, am not anxious about what my future will look like.
God knows best, and I’ve prayed that He would show me that. That He would let me see that I can trust him.
Still a working progress, but when I remember how I was feeling during the start of my trip (wanting to come home, doubting, knowing that I made a mistake by being here) and comparing those emotions to the present reality of my extension, I am confronted with the undeniable evidence that He has work for me here. He has people that I need to know. He has hearts that need to be encouraged and loved. And I execute His instruction by first being close to Him. In that closeness I am most myself. In flesh I destroy relationships. With selfish ambition I ruin friendships, but with Christ centered posture and God seeking attitude I am able to love properly and encourage honestly.
Kisses from Korea.
Where can my heart rest?
Breakable fragile as glass.
Shattered once again
shards scattered, pieces won’t fit.
Where can it be safe?
Delicate emotional masterpiece.
From the highest joy to the deepest low
For safety, where can this heart go?
Vulnerable, one step out
costs many sleepless nights with doubt.
Morning wakes I rebuild walls
only to wait until (again) they fall.
I think, then feel, then hope, then speak, then act, then fall, then rebuild my walls.
I cannot endure another demolition.
Dear heart, please stop dreaming.
scuffs and marks.
creases from folds
paper heart .
Cupped in His palms.
Safe and warm
To put it lightly, under some intense emotional stress (if you couldn’t tell).
Internalizing emotions and thoughts for that past few weeks. Over analyzing and agonizing over things that I have NO control over. How human can you be?
One day, life will be a little easier. I always make it harder on myself by focusing on moi (me).
It’s hard to ignore pulsing emotions.
For me anyway.
Its difficult for me to function or act separate from how I feel. Which makes life difficult because I am never steady or peaceful. Up or down. Never in the middle.
It is exhausting.
Still seeking for the hidden “good” in my extreme personality… God doesn’t make mistakes. I need new eyes to see the good in these mountain vs. valley swings I have so constantly.
He knows my heart completely. He understands it entirely. Volatility and all.
“You Have Me” Gungor
Thank you Father.
When I feel, help me remember that You see my heart entirely. And You understand it. You need it surrendered to you. Detached form the world and completely immersed in Truth.
Help me remember to pray. To ask for help during the day. Help me to remember to depend on You.
Help me remember that You have me.
In your hands is where I am. I can rest there, knowing that you see all and have my best interest at Your heart. Your best may look different form my best, but whatever sort of trial or circumstance You’re allowing me to endure, I know it is out of love for me that you’re guiding me through this refining time.
So thank You for loving me enough to challenge my heart. Threadbare, holes and tares, test it, mend it, refill so that Your love and heart will spill out and infect the world around me.
“Carry My Soul” Phil Wickham
“Please Be My Strength” Gungor
Veres1:The Beat of my heart is a beautiful song
That You orchestrated before I was born
You thought of my eyes and the shape of my smile
How beautifully they would let Your love shine
Chorus: After all
That is why I’m alive
To contrast a world so dark
and point all of the broken hearts
and Your loving arms
Verse2: Exhale gratitude Inhale joy
Because I know nothing is in my control
You’ve loosened my grip on my finite plans
Lord help me rest in Your capable hands
Bridge:Search me and know my heart
Thank You for healing all of the broken parts
Threadbare and torn
You mend and refill
With Your love (for me)
Verse3: Sun smiles at the moon he smiles back
a perfect example of how I want to live
Search me and know me
Imperfect and warn
Help me reflect your beautiful heart
Maybe I can recruit some people to help me record it.