Leaving!

Yes, we are finally leaving to go pick up little M in Congo! My mom and I were actually supposed to leave today but because of hurricane Sandy our flight was changed to tomorrow. I can honestly say we needed the extra day to better prepare all of our belongings, the family we are leaving behind, and, to be honest, better prepare our hearts for the days and weeks coming.

 We will leave early tomorrow morning, make our way across the states to DC, and from there to Brussels, and then finally from Brussels to Kinshasa! We will arrive in Kinshasa on Thursday night and get to (finally!) meet Maida on Friday!

It has been a very long journey thus far, and it's not over yet. Keep our family in your prayers as we move into this new chapter of our lives. I will try and update when I can (I hear the Wifi in Kinshasa isn't all that reliable)

Untill later,

Gabby :) 

We Are Almost There!

Yes, it's true! After all these weeks, months, and days of endless waiting we are finally at the end of our whole adoption process! We were informed today that our i600 was just approved and that the only thing we are waiting on now is Ida's visa! In a matter of weeks I will get on a plane with my parents and fly to Congo to go pick up a sweet little girl I now call my sister!

Though I am excited, tickled, and jumping for joy I have to be honest in saying that I am also extremely nervous. Most of it stems from feeling very ill prepared! Even buying all the things we need for Ida (like hm, clothes!) my whole family has lagged on because we thought for sure we would have to wait longer than we had first anticipated, we thought more than likely we wouldn't travel till December.... also I am traveling with my parents and going to Congo while at the same time studying to graduate High School and enter into college! I take my graduating test on the 20th of next moth..... right around the time we could be leaving! I may just have to put it off a couple of months but I'm hoping I will be able to do it right before we leave....

Well anyway, I am nervous about all the things Maida will need when she gets here but we also have a BIG need in getting to her.WE. ARE. SO. CLOSE! But we have an URGENT need! We still need to raise $5000 before we go, that's $5000 in just a few weeks! Please help! $5, $10, $20, $50, anything you can do would help! Buy a box of candy bars! We have 6 boxes left! They are $96 a box, we will ship them to you for free, all you have to do is go to my mom's blog and click on the donate button. We are running out of time! Tell your friends and ask them to go to the blog. Be a part of a real orphan's story of coming home! http://www.lullabiesacrossthesea.blogspot.com/


P.S. Sorry guys, I know it's been a good while since I've posted! Hopefully once things settle down a bit I will get better :) For now here is a photo of sweet little Ida (One of the firsts of her actually smiling!)

"The Mentorship Has Ended But The Friendship Carries On" Part Three

The afternoon that I told my teacher that the next class I had was going to be my last was one of the hardest days I've had. I went in with a weight pulling me down, dragging my feet, but perked up a little as soon as I saw my teacher waiting for me. We went inside and walked over to our normal table but found a group of boys chowing down and all the other tables were taken (I again had to move my classes to later in the day so there were more people there). It was packed and the only table that was even slightly available was a table in the corner with a young boy (probably about thirteen) sitting, waiting for his food. Now I had seen this boy at Genkiyaki several times and knew that more than likely he would get his food on takeout. I knew that, but my teacher didn't. Seonsengnim nudged my elbow and said in Korean "Go and ask that boy if he can move so we can sit there." My eyes about popped out of my head. Asking the boy to share the table would have been a stretch but to tell him to move completely? I kind of stumbled in my words and finally just spit out "Me?" in Korean. He nodded and said "Yeah, go ask." the boy had kind of figured out that we must have been talking about him and didn't seem to appreciate the fact that we were speaking about him in a language he didn't understand. I had shot him over an apologetic look which was returned with a glare. I had turned to my teacher. "Seonsengnim, I can't ask him that." My teacher looked at my in half disbelief half amusement. "I ask you but your not going to do it?" I'd nodded. He shrugged, laughed and then a group of people got up and left their table so we sat down at that one.

As we worked through my lesson I went over and over in my head what I would tell him. Finally we were done with the lesson and the time for me to speak had come. I had told him I had something to talk to him about. He listened intently as I explained my situation and how my next class would be my last. He just kept nodding and saying he understands and it all makes sense but when I had looked up I saw tears in his eyes. I just about started crying there. I knew that in his old age he didn't do much anymore and that our time together was the thing he looked foreword to every month and there I was, taking it away from him. All I could tell him was that I was sorry. He told me it was okay and he understood, but his heart hurt. He said that he loved spending time with me and that he was very sad that we could not continue anymore. He got up and I followed suit. He walked me to the door and said goodbye.

I'd walked to my car where my mom and sisters were waiting for me. My teacher walked by and my mom had called out a "hello". He stopped and came over. My mom told him that I was very sad to be giving this up and that I would miss this time with him. He answered "Me too." and then after saying goodbye, he left. My mom had turned around to me and said "Gabby he was almost crying." "I know." I had said. She was silent as she pulled out and got onto the freeway. After a few moments she had asked me "Are you sure about your decision?" My heart said no, but my mind and mouth said "Yes".

I cried that night. I cried for the fact that I had taken something away from my teacher and disappointed him, and I cried because it had been the first time in my life that there was a male figure who loved and took care of me. He was the first father, or rather grandfather, figure that I ever had that actually cared about me spiritually and physically, who truly loved me and wasn't afraid to say so. It was hard. I knew though that even though our student teacher relationship had come to an end I would make sure to keep our friendship intact.

My next class was a very solemn one. though my teacher tried his best to make the atmosphere light. He got weepy off and on, as did I. To soon our class was over. My teacher did not give me homework for the next class, nor did he fill in my "job well done" spaces. Everything seemed so off and unfinished. A few moments after we had finished my mom and sisters entered in, though they kept their distance to let us say goodbye.

I had tried to find something to buy that would sum up how grateful I was to him, but I couldn't think of anything that worked, so I decided that I would make him a card and letter in Korean, something truly from the bottom of my heart that I could give him. It read:

Seonsengnim!
Thank you soo much for all you have done for me up to this point, I promise I won't ever forget it!
I will work hard to continue learning Korean on my own. I will work my hardest to make sure I do it! So don't worry :)
I will continue to learn, I have to.
I will continue to work hard, to put my all in it.
I will write to you every month and continue to see you, I promise,
So don't cry Seonsengnim! You have been a a good friend and like a very dear grandfather to me, thank you for that. Again I am so very thankful for you,

Seonsengnim you are the best! I love you!
Your student,
Gabby

He had started to cry and went over to me, hugged me and said he loved me too and that he too thought of me as a granddaughter. He gave me tips on how to continue learning on my own and told me to call or
e-mail if I had any questions. My mom went over then and thanked him and then took a picture of us together, and then with that he left.

My sisters all tried to cheer me up and even offered me kimchi (another one of my favorite Korean foods). My sister in law came over and put her arm around me as we walked out of my Korean class for the last time, tears sliding down my cheeks. She leaned over and said to me "Gabby, the mentorship has ended but the friendship carries on". She was so right!

Today I am learning Korean on my own still and hope to maybe enroll or take Korean (and Chinese) classes that are offered up at the local college.

I continue to talk to my teacher and send him letters once a month (writing letters in Korean is hard!) and we hope to start getting together more often. He has since stopped calling himself Seonsengnim (Teacher") but instead uses Halaboji (Grandfather) 

 

사랑해요 선생님!!! I love you Seonsengnim!!!

                               

"The Mentorship Has Ended But The Friendship Carries On" Part Two

Sorry for the long wait on this post!
It's kind of long so I will apologize beforehand :)

 My Korean teacher and I soon began to get into the routine of things. Every Wednesday at 10:30 I would walk up to the restaurant and he would always be there before me waiting. After our lesson we would talk for a while and then he would fill these little spaces in on a sheet of paper to tell me how well I did (he was usually very generous but not because I actually did that well I'm sure!) He told me when we first had started that when all the spaces were filled up he would treat me to something. So one day (I think I had probably been with him for about two months at this point) in the middle of the lesson my teacher stopped, handed me his phone and told me to call my mom. He told me to ask her to come to the restaurant. I looked at him a bit quizzically but dialed and listened to the phone ring as my teacher sat there, grinning from ear to ear. My mom picked up and after I asked her to come she was like "Uh, can you ask him why?" At that time we were running a daycare in our home and there was several kids there that day that my mom had to tend to. When I asked my teacher said "All of your spaces are filled up, I'm going to treat you." He paused and then said "We are going out for lunch at a Korean restaurant, I want to ask your moms permission, tell her to come." I laughed a little on the inside and repeated all this to my mom who of course said that she would walk down. My teacher then added that he also wanted my mom to come with us and that we were going to meet his wife there and make it an event! My mom probably quickly threw some clothes and makeup on, asked one of my older sisters to cover for her and ran down to the restaurant. Well whatever she did in that short amount of time she looked nice when she got there :) We had all piled into my teachers car and started on our way.

As my mom and teacher (who were both in the front seat) were talking, I was trying to translate as well as I could for whatever they didn't understand. It kinda went something like this:
Mom: "Gabby, could you ask your teacher if he has any children that live near him."
Me: "Repeating it all in Korean (as best as I could)"
My Teacher: "Giving me the answer and then giving a question to ask my mom"
Me: "He says that he moved to America to be closer to them (as they had all moved to America before him) but most of his sons are pastors so they have since moved to different parts of the country. He asked if any of your children are married." and the list went on and on, but it was a fun time.

 When we arrived at the restaurant we were greeted by my teachers wife (Halmoni) with what my little sister and I (who is also learning Korean from me) call a deep belly-bow :) I think my mom was a bit thrown off and didn't know what to do exactly but Halmoni and my teacher were quick to make us feel comfortable.

I am pretty sure that everyone that was in the restaurant was 100% Korean and thus looked at my mom and I like "What in the world could they be doing here?" Although I have been asked several times if I am half Korean I was sitting next to my mom who is (at least looks) 100% Caucasian with blond hair and blue eyes :) My teacher and his wife treated us so well, getting us food, explaining to me what everything was and what the Korean names of them were, and also Korean table etiquette! I felt so blessed.

Another time my teacher at the beginning of the lesson told me again to call my mom, this time he wanted to take me to a Korean market. After my mom had said I could go we'd headed out. On the way he pointed out everything outside the car and told me their Korean names. When we'd gotten to the market he walked around with me and told me the names of everything, writing them down for me on a piece of paper. He paid no mind to the curious eyes watching us. After he had asked me if I'd brought money he picked a few things out for me to take home such as chestnuts to roast, roasted seaweed and a Korean cookie with algae on it. We went up to the cashier and as I was about to pay I realized my wallet wasn't there. I had left it at home! I just about wanted to shoot myself in the foot. My teacher smiled and said not to worry about it. He then payed for everything! I know guys your probably thinking "But he asked you if you had money on you! I know, I know....
After he drove me home I told him I would grab some money and pay him back but he told me it was his treat and just to take it :)

Gosh, just sitting here typing this I have to keep stopping in awe and saying how lucky I was and still am for getting to have someone like him be my Korean teacher! His job was just to teach me Korean, plain and simple, but he always went out of his way and treated me with love and care, as if I was his granddaughter.

My teacher often brought to classes with him old traditional Korean folk songs for me to take home and learn. He always wanted me to sing them before I went home to make sure I had the tune right (yes, right there in the restaurant!) After I had initially started classes I had to change the time to a little later on Thursdays so we usually had people sitting all around us after about thirty minutes into studying....yep I know. So at first I tried to sing very softly, he would scold me and tell me to sing louder! Finally (after many scoldings and him getting up and making me get up and sing) I just sang, haha. He always would encourage me by saying "Gabby ya ( adding ya at the end of a name is the Korean way to call someone close to you) you have such a beautiful voice!" and then would proceed to sing with me.

One day I had a cold and I was losing my voice. At the end of the class he asked me to sing Jesus loves me in Korean. I tried but my voice was just not going to do it that day. He asked me what was wrong and I told him about my cold. He jumped up quickly and said he would be right back. When he came back he was carrying a whole bag of cough drops and told me to eat one now and to take the rest home. One would have sufficed (though he didn't have to give me one either) but he insisted on giving me the whole pack and sending me home.

He was always so attentive and understanding about everything whether I had to cancel or whatever it was. He always made sure that we had little celebrations on Christmas, Thanksgiving, Chusok (Korea's equivalent to Thanksgiving) my birthday...etc And would always buy or bring me gifts such as things his wife made or my personal favorite ddok! (Ddok is a sweet rice cake filled with a variety of things, my favorite is the red beans though!)

I can honestly say that I don't think I would ever have gotten so far in my Korean by myself or with another teacher. He was kind and was never mad (although I did get scolded on several occasions) when I spoke to him informally (a big thing in the Korean culture) or if I didn't get all my homework finished on time. He would push me and always give me a lot to do telling me he did it because he knew I was able to accomplish it. After the first week or so he stopped speaking to me in English completely (well unless I really, really didn't understand something) and forced me to learn by listening to him and would always tell me "Gabby ya, say it in Korean. I want all your answers to be in Korean." Even if I didn't say it correctly he would tell me it was better that I tried than to have gone the easy way out and not tried at all.

Our bond went deeper than just student and teacher, we were true friends. God blessed me with being able to have a friend like my teacher, giving us a grandfather granddaughter bond that I don't really have with anyone.

Because of financial reasons I had to start going every other week but my teacher didn't want that to get in the way of me learning Korean so he charged less and made our classes longer on the days that I went. When he asked me what I wanted to do in life and I told him about wanting to work on the border of N Korea and China with the orphans he said as soon as I got the words out of my mouth that he wanted to make my classes even cheaper (he had already gone down quite a bit before) so that I can put more of my money and energies into working with orphans! He told me he was so proud of me and would continually pray for me and my family. I know, amazing right?!

Several weeks after this my family decided to move to the Inland Empire. My teacher told me that it was a long drive and that he didn't want my mom to have to drive all that way but I told him that I would try and continue to go. After we moved I realized my teacher was right and that it was very hard to go back in forth. My family had recently quit music classes to try to find new teachers closer to where we moved to so my Korean classes would be the only reason to keep driving back into LA. My mom was ready to just be at home with her family and not have to be making those drives anymore although she told me that even with all the driving she wanted my teacher and I to maintain our relationship, but I knew it was hard for her. I knew what I needed to do.

Continued in part 3


Gyeongbok Palace in Korea



"The Mentorship Has Ended But The Friendship Carries On"

This is what my sister-in-law said to me two weeks ago as she put her arm around me as I walked out of my Korean class for the last time, tears sliding down my cheeks.
I know some of you might think "It's just an end to a class, everyone goes through these kinds of things, why does it matter so much?" So I will give you a little history about it and let you experience a little of the love and kindness (I can't even begin to tell you how much!) I was shown by this wonderful person I am so blessed to call  선생님, my teacher.

As I have told you all before, two years ago the Lord really laid the North Koreans on my heart. I began to research everything Korean, not just North Korea, but all of it! The food, people, etiquette, culture,  government, everything I could. At first I began to study the language by myself, using the Internet, books, Cd's, anything I could find. But I wanted to be able to speak Korean not just to get by and say I could, but to really know the language and to be able to communicate with the locals the way that they communicate within themselves.
 I told my mom about my desire and what I wanted to do. We talked about the possibility of getting a Korean teacher but we really didn't know where to start looking. At the time I was only just barely fifteen and so my mom wanted to find some one who was trustworthy :)

One day we walked to the corner by my house and went to eat at a Korean fusion restaurant that was there called Genkiyaki: House of Teriyaki (It's amazing by the way and is home to the infamous Death and Zombie Taco's! Check it out next time your in Lakewood CA!) The restaurant had just opened up not to long ago by a Korean family. In the seven years that my family lived there, there was probably four different restaurants in that same location. I suppose the others went bankrupt or moved to a different location or something but anyway, David (the shop owner) ended up buying the property and started Genkiyaki.
My family had been going to this little shop since the day we moved to LA, even through the change of hands the restaurant kept going through, so we ended up going to Genkiyaki's opening day and absolutely loved it and continued to go back. At the time we knew the owner and his family by being there a lot, but not super well. But on that day that we went up and got some food my mom said to me after we got home "Gabby, you should go up to Genkiyaki and ask David or the Ajumma (David's mom who works there with him) about getting Korean lessons. They are Christians and we do know them somewhat... You should ask if any of them or any one they know would be interested in helping you!" At first I was kind of reluctant to go and ask them something like that. I had spoken to David's mom a couple of times in Korean and they knew I was interested in learning, but to go that far and ask them that kind of favor when we didn't really know one another on a personal scale seemed a bit awkward. But somehow I found myself walking up to the shop the next day :)

David wasn't there when I had gone and so I had to try to communicate with his mom who spoke/speaks little English!  I ended up getting my point across I think with her Korean and broken English and my English and broken Korean, lol. She told me she had someone in mind and to come back the following week. The next week I went up and was greeted by Ajumma and a small, petite, older Korean Lady whom I will call Halmoni (Grandmother). Now David again wasn't there or was to busy in the back to come out and help me translate so I was on my own again, and Halmoni knew less English then Ajumma did!

Halmoni asked me basic questions like: How old are you? Where do you go to school? Have you taken Korean at all before? And then she asked me something that kind of threw me off... she asked me would I rather she teach me or her husband? I think I kind of stared at her with a blank expression. I thought I was having an interview with the woman who was going to be my teacher but she was asking me would I rather her husband teach me. I thought to myself "How am I supposed to know if I've never met him!" She went on to tell me that her husband was so funny and is good with younger people, he was a teacher and a principle back in Korea, and he spoke better English! I could only laugh inside myself thinking about what I was getting myself into. I ended up telling her that I would go with whatever she thought was best.

As I got up to leave Halmoni told me to come back in two weeks on Wednesday at 10:30am and I would start Korean lessons ( I would later learn that David opened up the shop early for me every Wednesday so that I could have a peaceful Korean lesson before the shop opened and people started flowing in. God has been so good to me!) She told me that we would do it for three weeks and see how it goes and then  I could decide what I wanted to do after that. So again I left and came back two weeks later.
I walked into a pretty empty restaurant and stood waiting, waiting for I wasn't sure who exactly. Not but a minuet later an older Korean man walked in. He was skinny but had a warm, round sense about him and was about the same height as me (though I think I'm a little taller now) and had this certain look on his face, as if he wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen but was just as excited for the journey as I was. He spotted me standing over in the corner and walked over to me. "Excuse me miss, are you Barbie?" He asked in a think accent. I had to giggle a little at that. "Hello," I said, "I'm Gabby". "Gabby?" He said, trying out my name. "It's nice to meet you." I said, offering my hand to him. After a moment he nodded and took both of my hands in his and looked up at me with his deep brown eyes and smiled. "Gabby, It's very nice to meet you."  I knew at that moment that the Lord had placed this person in my life, had led me there to meet this person, had a purpose and a reason for it.
We never did ever end up discussing whether we would continue classes or not :)
Continued in part two.

 Hangeul, the Korean alphabet

Beach Day!

A couple of days ago my two older sisters were teaching in Hunington Beach. It was a beatiful day so my mom decided that the rest of us should go to the beach while we waited for classes to be out.

It was one of those lazy afternoon's where the sun hit your cheeks just right as the wind travled through your hair. It was a very fun and relaxing time with my mom and two younger sisters.

While the two girls went and got wet my mom and I sat up on the beach and got to do a little bible time together. We read from John and Proverbs (Proverbs 8 is an AMAZING chapter by the way). It was a sweet time of fellowship with just my mom that I don't get very often, so I was glad we got to do that :)  (My mom did not put make-up on that day and told me not to post any of her pictures, that's why she is not in these)



The three of us girls, taking pictures of course.

                                         

This is what you get when you try to take to many pictures of a five year old while they are trying to build sand castles :)

Maybe this will become a fun a weekly tradition for us this summer!

Start Something that Matters Contest & Adventures in Adoption Land

Last month I entered a contest by Ellie Fun Day called "Start Something that Matters". I entered by posting a comment on their Facebook page about what I would do if I could start something that mattered. I posted about North Korea and how I wanted to help them and also to bring awareness to other Christians about their struggles and last week I got an email from the company saying I won! I was shocked at first, honestly I had kinda forgotten that I had entered in the first place!

I won a book called Start Something that Matters by Blake Mycoskie (the founder of TOMS), $50 to start something that matters, and I also get to be a guest blogger on their blog! I am so excited and honored that I was chosen!

For the challenging part (actually starting something that matters) I am going to be giving a presentation/speech on the struggles of the N Koreans and telling people how they can get involved and how to help. I don't know where I am going to have it at yet or how its all going to work out but I am oh so exited to actually be starting this and I pray that the Lord would guild me and lead me through it :)
On another note, here's an update of my families adoption.
We thought we had completed our homestudy but our agency called us and told us that my dad has to get his diabetes under control before they will approve us. Ugh! So my entire family (not including the two little ones) have decided to go on this raw food diet for thirty days with him to try and heal his body and bring his numbers down. We can not eat anything cooked only raw veggies, raw fruit, and raw nuts and seeds. We all honestly thought that my dad would not be able to do it but he's really doing well and is sticking with it and here's why.... Are you ready for it? We got our referral! Yes we finally have a hard match to a little girl in the DR of Congo! My dad now has someone he wants to do it for, a goal he is working toward and we are all so proud of him for sticking with it!We are all so excited and anxiously awaiting the day we can travel to Africa and bring Little M home but until then we will be growing and trusting in the Lord in this hard time waiting.

P.S. Here's a picture of one of the roses that is growing in our backyard. I didn't want to write a whole post on it but I wanted to put it in here somewhere :) so here it is

Isn't it pretty!

The Call to Act

For about two years now the North Korean people have been laid heavily on my heart, especially the North Korean Christians and orphans. I want to go to the border of China and North Korea and be a missionary there, to help the severely persecuted Christians and also the Children who have defected and ultimately lost their parents but I thought, "Only certain people can do that. Only people who have it all together, who are spiritual superstars can get there." But God has been telling me something different.

Last month I went on my first mission trip with my orchestra to Chile.... it was absolutely amazing! God really used the people there to show me that what I thought before wasn't true at all. God sent ALL His people out. He has a plan for ALL of His children, great and small. He calls us in different ways to different things but I believe the Lord has called my name along side the North Koreans. I don't know how necessarily, maybe it be to just bring awareness to people right here where I am or maybe He would have me to go. Whatever it is He has in store for me I want it to be just that... What HE has in store for me and not the plans I have made for myself.


I think maybe someday I'll write a longer post about how this all came to be and also my experiences in Chile, but for now I want to share with you all a short story I wrote last year.
It's called:    Somebody

My name is Nobody, I am nothing years old, my parents' names are Gone and Absent and I live in Nowhere.

I wonder the streets of Nowhere, looking for crumbs that the Others drop at their feet. I pass one of Them, they beat me, but no one cares. I am Nobody. My body sways and falls my hair, once dark, is now light, my naked feet bleed till they're numb, but who cares? I am Nobody.

I see some sneaking behind the trees and into the bushes, I follow behind. We cross over Wetness, keeping low to the ground but Some is too slow, we see Them coming. Some runs but with a bang is still forever. I stand and look. They grab my hair and pull me out of Wetness. They drag me to Torment and throw me into Sorrow with Some’s and Others. My bones ache, my stomach pleads, does someone care? I am Nobody.

Darkness comes, and then Lighter Dark, I see Them come into the room; They grab my arm, shoving me out. They make me work in Relentless with Others and Somes and strike me if I don’t. They come and send me back to Sorrow. It goes on, but no one will care. I am Nobody.

Chilly sweeps through Sorrow as if trying to bring some comfort, but I much rather have been visited by Warmth. I do not feel my toes or fingers anymore but They continue to make me work in Relentless.

Today another Other has Passed, They come and drag him out. Something falls out of Others hand. I run and pick it up. I turn it over in my hands. It is small, black, and looks insignificant but I can feel Warmth spread through my finger tips. This is Something.

When Darkness comes I sit on the cold ground and take out Something from where I had hidden it. I open it and look inside. Something is filled with Warmth and also a thing I have never heard of before, Happiness. There are also Them in Something and there is Anguish, but there is also Someone. Someone is in
Something and He is Good and Light. I want Someone in me too, but does He care? I am Nobody.

I close Something and start to lower my cold heavy body to the ground, but a voice stops me.
“Nobody, Do you want me to fill you with Warmth, and Strength, and Light? Do you want me to protect you and keep you? Come Nobody, will you let me in?” I did not see Someones face, but I felt Someones presence. “Will you come into Nobody?” I ask. “Will you protect and keep Nobody?” I hear a sigh from Someone. “Nobody, Someone cares, I care.” Dampness falls from my eyes Yes!” I say. “Then,” says Someone, “You are no longer Nobody, you are Somebody and you belong to Me.”

I see Someone standing outside of Sorrow. “Come.” He says to me. The doors open. He is waiting for me. I walk up to the doors but stop, afraid. “What if They get me? What if They find me? Help me! I can not do this alone.” So Someone reaches out and pulls me out of Sorrow. He takes my hand and leads me through
Relentless, and then He guilds me to the gateway of Torment. “I can not go through!” I tell Him, “I can not make it. I am Nobody.” Someone picks me up and holds me in His arms. “You are not Nobody, you are Somebody. You are Somebody in Me and I will carry you out.” Someone began to walk forward and He carried me out of Torment, and He carried me out of Nowhere, and He brought me to Somewhere and led me through the gates of Splendor into the kingdom of Eternity.

“You are Somebody.” He said. “And you belong to Me.”

My name Is Kim Suna, I am twelve years old, My parents name's are Kim Yoona and
Kim Chun sul, and I am a North Korean. Jesus took me and brought me home to
Eternity.
My name Is Kim Suna and I am Somebody in Christ.