Blessing
We have officially left the dear state of Texas. ::TEARS:: Thank you, Texas. We didn’t mess with you and you treated us well - we are eternally grateful. With that said, we have moved further north into the Midwest, now having just arrived into Oklahoma City, OK. Listen, Oklahoma, you should know that you have some very high and steep standards to live up to, but I have no doubts that you will be able to.
Last night was a very special night to end our Texan journey. After giving our presentation to the youth group at Hanbit Presbyterian Church in Houston and having eaten a half Korean, half American meal, Pastor Luke stood to give his two cents on the matter. The youth were writing their letters to Senator Cornyn and I was sitting on a couch in close proximity to answer any questions. Pastor Luke spoke of blessings. He said, the simple fact that we are born on American soil and have citizenship in the United States provides that we are blessed. We have freedom and opportunity, no matter the seemingly difficult hardships we face. As I sat there, I became overwhelming conscious of the fullness of my belly and the comfort of my seat. I become overtly cognizant of the beauty in which we I am granted to live in.
I feel lucky to be so blessed that I can travel the country telling the story of North Koreans. This job is a blessing and we nomads can’t ignore it. Sure, it’s hard. Lots of sleepless nights and long hours of driving and strain on finances, but it’s the least we can do. It’s an honor to have the ability to do this.
To hear the stories of the rescues as they happen and understand that lives ARE being changed, to know that policy WILL be created to change the lives of North Korean children, and to have reassurance that we will have a warm floor to crash on every night is a blessing.
Let us not hold onto this blessing of liberty, but pass it on to others as we can.
Signing off Oklahoman style,
Leah
