can't steal happiness.

Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings, and once you have achieved happiness you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it. If you don't, you will leak away your innate contentment. It's easy though to pray when you're in distress but continuing to pray even when your in crisis has passed is like a sealing process, helping your soul hold tight to its good attainments.

- Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat. Pray. Love.)

NBA in seoul.

Today I watched former NBA players, coached by Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, lose miserably to a Korean team. While it hurts my heart to know that any other country has the ability to beat America basketball players (no matter how old and out of shape they may be), it was a good afternoon. I love my friends, free tickets to sporting events, rowdy fans, and unexpected fun days in the city. And now I am even more excited about returning to Texas and watching my Dallas Mavericks in action.


there were actually more people at the game than appear to be in the picture. i guess most of the crowd was sitting on the other side of the court.

the weekend.

Chicken and beer in the moonlight. Marc Jacobs fashion show on repeat. Much needed haircut. Forever 21. Jazz club and friendship. Reliving high school days on the Hongdae playground. Apple cinnamon hookah. Learning about obedience. Noodles in Sinsa. Good conversation. Playing with friends in the park. New movie night. So much laughter. I am blessed.



Happiness. Only real when shared.

sunset in the park.

Last night I took a long walk through Olympic Park at sunset and just enjoyed the hot summer air as I thought about my return to the city. This has always been my favorite place in Seoul, and it still doesn't disappoint. I love coming to this park after a long day of work, running through the tree-lined paths, or just soaking up the vibrant surroundings on the patio at my favorite Coffee Bean cafe. I am happy to be in Korea again, but so much has changed... or maybe it's me. It's a strange feeling to to leave one job in Asia only to return to another country that still isn't your own. I am learning that life is full of unexpected journeys and I am anxious to see where it will take me next!

oh beijing.

The last 6 months of life have been wonderful as I moved to Beijing, settled into an apartment in the city, worked at China University of Political Science and Law, made new friends, learned more about myself, and returned to Korea. Sadly, I haven't been able to update my blog regularly because of government Internet restrictions, but all of of that has changed now that I am in Seoul. Anyway... about China. It's hard to share an entire experience in only a few short sentences, so I'll just say that it was a great adventure. I will miss my apartment building filled with old people, riding to the subway station in a little green tuk-tuk, shopping at fake markets, teaching brilliant law students, watching illegal DVDs, dancing in Sanilitun, and spending time with people I care about. I am thankful for the journey.

A few photos from Beijing:


me and g-ragland's living room.


my bedroom.


my sister at tiananmen square.


the great wall of china at simatai.


camping trip on the great wall!


eating german food with my favorite german.


the 2008 olympic bird nest.

I think I will always love China.

hosanna!

"He is not here. He has been raised, just as he said. Come and see the place where he was lying." -Matthew 28:6

the day the angels sang.

Today a woman that I deeply love and admire slipped away from this earth and went home to be with her Father. My Nana will forever be one of the greatest roles models in my life and I am so thankful for the 25 years of memories together that now flood my mind. Cancer may have taken her body, but I know without a doubt that her soul now rest with Jesus.

Nana taught me so many invaluable lessons about life and love that I will remember forever. I have never known another woman so devoted to Christ or more determined to teach her children and grandchildren about the importance of living whole-heartedly for Him. Perhaps her greatest legacy will be the example that she set for us all. Not a single visit passed that she didn't ask me about my faith or encourage me with scripture. I have felt her prayers and love for me since the moment I was old enough to understand. I can only hope to one day have the faith the she lived and breathed every day of her life. In addition, she was one of the most selfless people I have ever known. When a person was in need, she was there to help. She made people feel like the most important person in the room at any given time. She deeply understood Jesus' command to "love one another." Not only did she care about those she didn't know, but the love she shared with my grandfather transcends anything that is of this world. Their marriage, which has always been centered on Christ, serves as an example that I hope to one day be lucky enough to follow.

I already miss so many things about her. The way she sang and danced to silly hymns to make us laugh, the shopping trips we took together every summer, the thousands of collections and knick-knacks that filled her home, the smell of her silver Cadillac, her closet full of clothes and shoes, "putting on our faces" together in her bathroom, the Christmas packages I received while living far away- one present to open each day of December until Christmas, the dozens of dresses that she made my sister and I when we were just little girls, the smell of her perfume, the way she proudly introduced me to her friends at church, the way I could talk to her so openly about about boys and relationships and anything else that was on my mind, the marked-up Bible sitting next to her chair that she read in full so many times, the way we gathered around her at Christmas as she read the story of Jesus' birth, the excitement and care in her voice every time I called, the way that she loved my grandpa. I miss her so much it hurts. However, I find comfort in knowing that she is in a place where there is no suffering. I have full confidence that today she is praising Jesus in heaven. I cry now only because I miss her, but rejoice because she has returned Home.

"Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from Him." -Psalm 62:5