lead me to the Cross.

it's strange and wonderful how we can tie everything to God's demonstration of His love for us by the cross.

earlier this evening, my adult conversation class and i went out for dinner, as it is usually customary for adult classes to substitute their last class of the term and "have the class" out. i was shocked that they paid for me, both for dinner & coffee afterwards! it's usually the person in the higher position/'leader' of the group to pay, so i had made a huge decision to spend my remaining few dollars for the rest of the month and to pay for my class. but there was no need!

they know that i'm not perfect as a teacher, and that while i go to class prepared and practiced, i still have huge room to grow and learn. and yet, all night they kept thanking me and telling me how they appreciated me teaching them English. it's my job! i get paid pretty good money to do this! and yet, they were so thankful, and expressed this not only in words but actions.

the surprising thing is what i felt during our "class". i kept thinking not about how bad i felt that this class was treating their lacking teacher, but at how great God is. to His earthly children who lack so much in everything and sin like crazy, and go against everything He tells us to do, He still loved us enough by sending Jesus to die for MY sins, just so that i could be with Him at the end. isn't that crazy? it's not, actually. it shows how God walks everywhere in my life. He's there, with His love spreading to every crevice and corner of my life.

I honestly was having one of the worst weeks I've had in Korea. my stomach was refusing to take in anything, and even a sip of water would come straight up. & i'll be honest, most of the times i dread before walking into my 7:10 adult class. i dread it because i know i'm walking into a room full of real-life professionals: there's one psychiatrist, 2 elementary school teachers, a nurse, a soldier, etc.... and who am i, just a recent college graduate who didn't even land top of her class because of her laziness and lack of motivation, but was still given this chance just because I was A) a fluent English speaker, B) active at her church, and C) a female.

moral of the story? thankfulness. and constant reminder to bring myself back to the cross and the Gospel.