祝福

I found myself beginning my second morning in 고시촌 at Dunkin Donuts again. I was nervous for having left the room 10 minutes later than planned, but it was still an hour (probably more), before classes would start. Still fidgety on the inside wondering how packed the bus would be and if it would stop at all the stops it made us believe to stop at and if my welcoming American exterior towards strangers would get me taken advantage of today...

Along with my blueberry bagel, the girl at the counter handed me a free cup of coffee saying she had made too much today. Anddd all the lecturing my relatives had given me from the moment I landed about accepting things from strangers in Korea flew out the window.

My time in Korea so far has basically been characterized by instances like that where in moments of despair or loneliness, God's introduced people into my life to let me know that He's still with me, understanding that I needed an extra boost. A halmoni struggling past me on the subway when I was at my wit's ends about public transportation here, being introduced to an unni in the history program that was accepted with the same profile as me when I was stressing about my future, or a text message from a friend at just the right moment..the list really keeps going on. I don't know if it's reflective of how weak I am in new surroundings for God to provide for me in quite nearly every situation I've been in, but God has been good.

And I swear I've only been drinking free coffee. It's pretty much the last dietary taboo I want to break before I'm completely ostracized from Korean society heh;;