Life | No. 13 [Holy, Holy, Holy]

Hey y’all. It’s been quite some time since I last posted. About two months now. So much has happened, and I’m not sure why I never turned to writing a post to help me reflect. But I’m back, ready to declare to God what exactly has been going on in my heart lately.

This past quarter at school, a little voice tugged on my heart, ‘You need to sacrifice something.’ Sacrifice. When I think of sacrifice, I tend to focus more on what I’m losing, rather than what I’m gaining. I’ve grown too attached to comfort, but above all, calling the own shots in my life, discounting God’s rightful place in my heart. I don’t think God’s looking for me to sacrifice anymore; I think He just wants my heart.

And one called to another and said: ‘Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Hosts; the whole earth is full of His glory!’ And the foundations of the thresholds shook at the voice of him who called, and the house was filled with smoke. And I said: ‘Woe is me! For I am lost; for I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts.’ [Isaiah 6:3-5]

God is holy, holy, holy. Holiness is not just purity, but a cut above, set apart, for another purpose. Holiness, in essence, is other-worldly; is Godly. Holiness is central to who God is, above His love, grace, kindness, justice. Perhaps we can love without knowing who God is. Perhaps we can have mercy on others without acknowledging God. But we cannot be holy or know what and who holiness is apart from God. To deny God of His holiness in our minds is to not know who He truly is. And when we don’t truly know who He is, we don’t know we are, or why we need a relationship with Him. Continue reading “Life | No. 13 [Holy, Holy, Holy]”


Don’t You Know? | Life No. 13

Don’t you know, I am.
Not I was, not I will be. I am.
I am your God.
I am your Savior.
I am your Friend.
I am good.

Don’t you know, in Me, you are.
You are beloved.
You are treasured.
You are validated.
You are worth dying for.

You were lost. Scared. Reckless.
You don’t need to be anymore.

I met a woman recently, at the very park I’m sitting at now to write this. After hearing our jam session, ending with the old classic, ‘How Great is Our God,’ she approached my friends and I with her daughter, wondering if we were Korean. We may have disappointed her a little with the fact that only one of us was Korean, but it was enough for her; she proceeded to ask us what church we all go to. Once that door opened, all her church-related pain flooded out, to the point that none of us really knew what to say to her, whether to stop her. We’re all a little awkward like that. We just knew we needed to reach out to her. Continue reading “Don’t You Know? | Life No. 13”

Life | No. 12

Today’s post is an honest reflection on my life. Lord, I pray that even if You don’t save me from all my temptations now, I’ll still have faith in the fact that You could if that was what’s best.

Recently, I started reading a book called A Shepherd Looks at Psalm 23, which is quite self-explanatory — the author, having been a shepherd, provides some insight into each line of Psalm 23. Focusing on the line, ‘He leads me beside quiet waters,’ he notes, ‘When sheep are thirsty they become restless and set out in search of water. If not led to the good water supplies of clean, pure water, they will often end up drinking from the polluted pot holes.’ I am that foolish, restless sheep focused only on instant gratification. I wish I wasn’t. Continue reading “Life | No. 12”

Life | No. 11

People told me sophomore year of college would be tough. I always laughed. I always thought I could overcome anything. That’s just pride though. We think we can do anything, be anything, if we just try hard enough. Sophomore year is one of those things where you think, “How hard can it really be?” before you get kicked in the face by life. I have no idea how sophomore year would’ve been without God in my life. I shudder to even consider the possibility. Continue reading “Life | No. 11”

Life | No. 10

Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger; for the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God. [James 1:19-20]

Yesterday, one of the sprinklers went off on my dorm floor, and the water ended up reaching my room. I didn’t think much of it at first when I heard, because my roommates told me our room’s floor wasn’t entirely soaked yet. My guitar, the one item I thought might get ruined, was untouched (honestly it was saved by the grace of God). We were still able to laugh about this whole situation back then. I just grabbed some essentials and left them in a friend’s room, in case we couldn’t go back to our room for the night.

Later in the day, we were told we actually needed to move out of our room completely because all the carpet and furniture needed to be replaced. After being assigned temporary rooms for the next 3-4 weeks, we packed up literally everything, as if this was finals week already and we were moving out for the summer. But we weren’t. We were only moving out because of a faulty sprinkler system.

Anger quickly flooded my heart. I kept asking myself why this was happening to us right in the middle of midterm season, why we had to move everything out (we all have a lot of stuff, and a fridge and filing cabinet that needed to be moved, so it was quite an ordeal). I just didn’t understand, so my natural default of anger just slipped out. On Friday night though, we went through James 1, and I could feel God trying to convict me over and over again through this experience that I am quick to anger, which does not produce righteousness. When I’m quick to anger, it’s because I’m entitled. It’s because I am not thinking things through. It’s because things are not going how I would want them to, if things were actually under my control. But life is never under my control.

It never ceases to amaze me how well the Bible understands our condition, our tendencies. God always also seems to speak to us in the right moments, reminding us of really how much we need to be saved.


Cause I need You Jesus to come to my rescue. Oh where else can I go. There is no other name by which I am saved. [‘Rescue’ – Desperation Band]

Life | No. 9

For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh. For I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out. For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing. [Romans 7:18-19]

I just do not listen. Countless times I’ve gotten feedback about my life, how to de-stress, re-prioritize. All I hear is my own voice above the noise.

Life, as it is now, always seems to boil down to one thing right now: career. Not even school. Not even God. Career. Last Friday, I returned from work feeling distressed. As I was talking to my small group leader about the upcoming spring quarter, the tears could not be held back. Thinking about the volunteering commitment I would be returning to and a new writing internship, on top of my current internship, job, writing projects, fellowship, and four classes, my chest felt tight. Sometimes I struggle to remember to even breathe and slow down. Continue reading “Life | No. 9”

Life | No. 8

I’m not very good at speaking truth to people. I found that out in 4th grade, when some of my friends and I thought it would be a good idea to tell our “friend” that she needed to change, since she was spreading lies between all of us. Even adults can’t handle the truth, I have no idea why we thought a child, our peer, could handle hearing something like that. Quite expectedly, she cried. And that was the end of my truth telling. I decided to take a more passive approach with friends, watching almost from the sidelines, giving suggestions, but never anything concrete.

That’s not enough for Christian life. Brothers, if anyone is caught in any transgression, you who are spiritual should restore him in a spirit of gentleness. Keep watch on yourself, lest you too be tempted [Galatians 6:1-2]. We live together to catch each other when we stumble. Continue reading “Life | No. 8”