We had just moved to California after three years in graduate school in Connecticut, my husband (then, fiancé) and I. I left behind a house full of women I lived with. Lived with, laughed with, talked at all hours of the day with, cried with, studied with.
I know this sounds like a paradox—the joy of surrendering. But I swear by it. I recently experienced the overwhelming joy that comes from surrendering to an unfavorable situation and want to share my story with you.
I’ve alluded a lot to how much resistance I’ve experienced towards my calling as a minister. Part of the reason for this is because I grew up in a conservative Korean Christian community where women weren’t allowed to be ordained.
I’m currently reading You Can Heal Your Life by Louise Hay and finding so many gems. The premise of this book is that most physical illnesses stem from emotional roots. She doesn’t believe all illnesses can be cured through spiritual/emotional healing but her own story is one where she did in fact cure herself of cancer through forgiveness and claiming her worth and power.
I write this on the eve of Christmas. Some of you may not celebrate Christmas. I value and affirm the different spiritual paths we choose to take. My faith tradition is Christian and at our Christmas Eve service tonight, I was stunned by how this old message I’ve heard hundreds of times could touch me so once again.
My mom gave me the best piece of advice on the first day she and my dad dropped me off at college. I had been looking forward to this day for years. I went on a dozen college tours in high school (on my own accord, not my parents’).
I was experiencing much discontentment this past week. How funny that last week’s post was about gratitude and then I immediately had a bout of discontentment. Isn’t that always how it works?