"How does it feel when things are going your way, you pick a lucky number every day..." Spring has arrived in Korea and people are going crazy. They're jumping all over the place, Johnny is trying to break into the Canadian Embassy to get home, old men are hula hooping on top of Bomansan mountain, and girls are trying to do yoga outside. I love it. I love the quiet roar of children playing in the grass outside of school, the excited chatter of teenagers slowly strolling along the sidewalks, and the sunshine that breaks through the yellow dust and smog to reach me at my desk.
I also love the countdown...only 82 days until I am sipping an iced soy mint mocha at a Dunn Brothers or Caribou Coffee house with my friends from home. "Another airplane, another sunny place, I'm lucky I know, but I wanna come home. And I'm surrounded by a million people, I feel so alone, I miss you..." from the song Home by Michael Buble. While you're reading this, friends and family, I miss you right now. And now. And now. And I love you now. And now, and now too! Its so cool how love doesn't have physical limitations or laws like gravity and friction.
The countdown also means I only have 82 days left with a few people I have grown to love here since they won't return in August. I guess God never promises us a given amount of time with those we love. I wonder how cheated Jesus' best friends felt after they found out he was leaving. It probably didn't take them too long to realize that their lives were better because he had been in it. So even though it feels like it's too soon or like I haven't had enough time, I'm thankful for my friends here and how they have blessed and bettered me.
In 2 days I leave on a mission trip to an orphanage in India. Our length of stay is short, but I hope that our depth and length of love can be infinite, like His love for us (which again, has no boundaries...so cool!) and our hearts will open up to pour out His love for the whole week. There is no conservation of God's love, like conservation of matter or momentum. His love can be created but not destroyed. Love isn't like the world's energy source; it's not something I have to worry about running out, because with God, love is like a bottomless cup of hot, chocolaty, soy mint mocha goodness.
