MAKE A JOYFUL NOISE.

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Sat, 07 Apr 2012 16:36:05 -0400

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4/21 (10am-12pm)

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O the blood Crimson love Price of life’s demand ...

Sat, 07 Apr 2012 10:04:00 -0400

O the blood
Crimson love
Price of life’s demand
Shameful sin
Placed on Him
The Hope of every man

O the blood of Jesus washes me
O the blood of Jesus shed for me
What a sacrifice that saved my life
Yes, the blood, it is my victory

Savior Son
Holy One
Slain so I can live
See the Lamb
The great I Am
Who takes away my sin

O the blood of the Lamb
O the blood of the Lamb
O the blood of the Lamb
The precious blood of the Lamb
What a sacrifice
That saved my life
Yes, the blood, it is my victory

O what love
No greater love
Grace, how can it be
That in my sin
Yes, even then
He shed His blood for me

GIRLS

Sun, 11 Mar 2012 03:55:00 -0400

Every once in a while, I’ll come across situations that will force me to take a step back and reexamine who I am as a person, how I’ve been living, for whom I’ve been living, in what direction I think I’m headed—things I refuse to think about on a day-to-day basis. And then there are times when I’m forced to reflect on who I am through smaller lenses: as a daughter, friend, sister, student, etc. Lately, as much as I try to ignore it, I’ve been having to reflect on myself, the girl.

Several freshmen have approached me with questions about the whole “Nope, Scope, Hope, Rope” deal, and as much as I thought it was a catchy and good idea when I was a frosh, I look at it now and see huge flaws in this “plan”. How does a girl “Nope” anyhow? There’s a huge misconception here that forces freshmen girls to think that talking to any boy is forbidden. What we forget, though, is that the act isn’t what’s important. It’s the heart. As a result of this “Nope” restriction, sisters don’t guard their hearts because they have the mindset of “I can’t date him anyway.” Also, this “Scoping” and “Roping”…..mm, I won’t get into it heh~ The bottom line is that we can repeat these four words all we want, but our hearts are bigger than one word per year. We have to be the first ones to protect them.

Also, I try to respond to these situations with love and care, but I hate when self-confidence gets marred or bruised because of something a boy said or because a girl tries to see herself through a boy’s eyes. Sure, yes, of course, I know. I’m guilty of this, too. But it doesn’t break my heart any less when a sister, perhaps even jokingly, talks about her flaws and insecurities, saying that she’s “forever alone”. How much more, then, would God’s heart break when He sees a precious child doubting her beauty and worth, when He Himself created her? Boy or no boy, He will never let her be alone, and that’s something a man can only promise her to try.

Another thing I’m guilty of, but trying to cut down on, is talking about the “perfect guy”. We will never see the perfect guy in his entirety until we’re, ideally, sitting on our rocking chairs, sipping our prune juice, and watching our grandchildren play. I was told once that what we are seeing right now is the process. Perhaps we can see the potential or character of someone up to this point, but if we’re looking for an end-product, we shouldn’t expect to find it. Not now. What we can do as sisters is encourage and strengthen our brothers, not just with mindless compliments, but with grace and truth, to use their potential to be the “perfect guy” for a future sister. We can honor the brothers, but we can also honor each other.

By looking at ourselves as sisters, daughters, friends, and not just as girls, we can learn to love and grow in bigger and more foundational ways. Let’s find our self-worth in the truth that we are co-heirs with Christ, daughters of the Most High, and creations of the Almighty.

No reserves. No retreats. No regrets.

Wed, 28 Dec 2011 01:36:08 -0500

Towards the end of this past semester, I had three Safari pages I never closed on my iPhone: the NYU E bus schedule, accuweather, and an article about William Borden.

William Borden was born in the early 1800s as an heir to a huge family fortune. He was a bright student, too; pretty much, he could have been a millionaire and had anything in the world he wanted. But instead, God worked up a storm in this man, and he became a missionary in his campus, his community, and his world.

He wrote three phrases in the back of his Bible: “No reserves”, when he was told that he was throwing his life away. “No retreats” after he graduated from Yale and was given countless opportunities for a wealthy life. “No regrets” right before he died in Egypt at the age of twenty-five.

I remember when I was in middle school, a guest speaker told Borden’s story at a revival I was attending with my youth group. I suddenly remembered it this semester, and when I looked into Borden’s life-story, I was blown away. Starting from when he was a freshman at Yale, he first gathered just a few friends to pray together in the morning. By the time he was a senior, 1,300 students were meeting in groups to pray for their campus. Starting from one man, God moved like wildfire.

I was asked today what my new year’s resolutions for 2012 were. Of course, I’ve been juggling ideas, but I haven’t quite made a list yet. Heh~ considering the title, it only seems right to say “IN 2012, I WILL LIVE WITH NO RESERVES, NO RETREATS, AND NO REGRETS”, yea? My goodness, that’s grandiose; it’s way too big for me. Borden was what I can only describe as, truly, a man of God. He wrote those words when faced with enormous life decisions, and through and through, all he wanted to do was play the background.

I, on the other hand, have made quiiite a few mistakes this past semester alone in a bunch of different aspects. I have so much wiggle room in my faith walk, and it often makes me forget how not to make the same mistakes over again. Mm, I think I’d be wrong to say that I can’t be like William Borden; it’s assuming that God can’t do amazing things, but in my case, it’d be more like a miracle.

Well, New Year’s day seems as good a time as any to begin tightening some screws and getting rid of that wiggle room, yes?! Yes. One thing I try to tell my small group girls whenever we’re sharing prayer requests or goals for the week is to be concrete and specific—to say exactly what and when. So, I guess I do need an actual list of resolutions (which will most likely be for my eyes only hehe). But one thing that rings true in William Borden’s life-story and that I hope will be the focus of my resolutions for 2012 is to walk by faith and not by sight. Maybe, then, I’ll have no regrets.

2012, I AM READY FOR YOUUU!

ON REPEAT TIL CHRISTMAS

Thu, 22 Dec 2011 13:59:00 -0500

ON REPEAT TIL CHRISTMAS

OWNING FINALS WEEK:

Mon, 12 Dec 2011 00:31:00 -0500

ANYTHING IS POSSIBLEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

THIS SEMESTER...

Thu, 01 Dec 2011 01:40:10 -0500

…college keeps telling me that, at one time, I only get to choose two out of the three:

a. Good grades
b. Friends
c. Sleep

HEH~ I’M DOWN. I MIGHT BE SLEEP-DEPRIVED, BUT I CAN FIND MY REST ELSEWHERE.

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Fri, 04 Nov 2011 13:10:00 -0400

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Mon, 31 Oct 2011 19:34:55 -0400

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When I watch, teary-eyed, as James Stewart’s character reads this letter at the end of my...

Sat, 22 Oct 2011 02:55:00 -0400

When I watch, teary-eyed, as James Stewart’s character reads this letter at the end of my favorite movie, I usually think, “Aw. So true.” But I have never felt so far from being a failure as this week.

It was one of the most emotionally confusing and academically stressful exam weeks of my college career…but it was still…wonderful.

Saturday - “It’s okay not to be okay.”
Sunday - reconnecting after months gone by
Monday - having my mind read from one look and letting out some tears; spending hours without a word having to be said
Tuesday - a loooooong night, but never alone
Wednesday - delirium after the packed 10am-9pm schedule and midterm, but eating, talking, and laughing til we were crying and our stomachs were sore
Thursday - satisfying cravings; food, movie, food, voice/throat annihilation into the wee hours
Friday - establishment of accountability in specific area of need; midnight ~~snack~~ lard

Y’all know who you are, and you make me feel so rich. I used to say that failure was one of my biggest fears, but I’ve come to see that it’s something I don’t have to worry about; I appreciate that so much more than any of you will ever know. It just took a week of averaging three hours of sleep a night for God to make this very clear: because of You and all of you, It’s A Wonderful Life, indeed. <3

UGGGHHHHHHJDBFSKBHEYWIWURKF.

Thu, 13 Oct 2011 01:01:12 -0400

world, FINE. you got me today. but i’mma freakin TACKLE you tomorrow, smiling. WATCHOUT. good night and good luck.

Wow, this page looks so foreign. Tumblr, IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME. An entire summer and a month...

Mon, 10 Oct 2011 01:34:49 -0400

Wow, this page looks so foreign. Tumblr, IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME.

An entire summer and a month of Junior year has passed, and what I can say is that I have too much to say…! I’m so full of stuff that there are actually times when I feel like I’m fit to BURST. Reflection should be a time of meditative and careful contemplation, right? NO. There are times when I step back from everything, perhaps in the quietness of my empty apartment, and my heart and stomach do this weird kind of lurch—almost like butterflies—and the quietness is quickly drowned out by the noise of memories and my own voice. The end of Sophomore year, the summer, and the beginning of Junior year was a time that was so clearly a time of growth for me than any other time period of my life. Thinking about how beautifully orchestrated every joy, struggle, and revelation was makes everything in my body want to wiggle or something like a fool.

I don’t know what made me want to write this post right now, but I guess it was a long time coming. In every way that I am being grown as a woman of God, a “saint who’s been deceived”, and a sister, daughter, friend, and stranger, I can only be sure of one thing: I am not an end product. I might often be disappointed in my lack of abilities or faith or beauty, I might become discouraged as I inevitably compare myself to people with awards and titles of importance, and I might look at the Cross and feel shameful, rather than feeling forgiven. But me at this moment, a 20-year-old sitting with my legs ”criss-cross apple-sauce” in pajama pants, my hair all frizzed up into a high bun, and my head filled with messed up or wonderful or overwhelming or useless thoughts, is just a single stage in the lifestory of Stephanie Misung Kim.

I’ve been replying to, “How are you?” by saying that I’m “really busy and physically tired, but I’m GOOD”. That actually isn’t far from the truth. But it’s still not the truth. The truth is that…uhhhhhh…I don’t know how I’m doing. There are so many facets of my life that need polishing and attention right now, that it’s hard to say how I’m doing—at least succinctly and honestly. I ~~want to~~ believe that this jagged rock of a life that I’ve been trying to polish and putting 100% into each facet is actually going to be a gem that He, in its unfinished form, already treasures.

Now, all I need is some more elbow grease. So sleepy. GOOD NIGHT! =))

"Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can..."

Thu, 07 Jul 2011 00:38:00 -0400

““Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of - throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.””

- C.S.L.

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Fri, 17 Jun 2011 10:34:13 -0400

amysong:

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JAMES MAITLAND STEWART! MY NUMBER ONE. Perhaps,...

Fri, 20 May 2011 14:56:00 -0400

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JAMES MAITLAND STEWART! MY NUMBER ONE.

Perhaps, someday, I’ll find my own Jimmy Stewart. Til then, CELEBRATORY JAMES STEWART MOVIE MARATHON! hehe =))

…and coast~ Pushing through the last days of the semester!...

Wed, 11 May 2011 16:42:00 -0400

…and coast~

Pushing through the last days of the semester! WAIT FOR ME, SUMMER.

yea… me too~

Mon, 09 May 2011 23:29:00 -0400

yea… me too~

freesiash: Happy birthday Audrey Hepburn. I can’t believe...

Wed, 04 May 2011 12:58:03 -0400

freesiash:

Happy birthday Audrey Hepburn. I can’t believe Google didn’t make a logo dedicated to you. Shame on them.

Game 1 against the Heat tomorrow? HEAT SHMEAT. NO PROBLEM.

Sat, 30 Apr 2011 10:46:40 -0400

Game 1 against the Heat tomorrow? HEAT SHMEAT. NO PROBLEM.

i'm desperate in seeking, frantic believing...

Mon, 25 Apr 2011 13:17:30 -0400

…that the sight of Your face
is all that i need
i will say to You

it’s gonna be worth it
it’s gonna be worth it
it’s gonna be worth it all
i believe this

You’re gonna be worth it all…

No more wondering “why” or getting caught up with words. No more getting upset and hiding my disappointment. People will fail; that’s why God is perfect. People will fail; I’ll love them all the more, no matter how much pushing and shoving of my pride this will take. People will fail; so will I.

I asked for God to use me in uncomfortable ways, and WOW has He answered my prayer. Brokenness can take so many forms, and I see a new one in myself. He knew the one place that would break me the hardest, and started to chip away at it. But as I realized on Good Friday, I’ve been taking only the parts of Christ that I want. I take His strength, grace, love, forgiveness, and joy, but I crumble at the weight of His mercy and at the thoughts of the challenges He has for me. He doesn’t pick and choose any aspects of me, though. He takes my impurities, my pain, and the ugliest parts of me along with the rest. He is strong in my weakness. And it took the story of the man on the cross that I thought I knew backward and forward to punch some truth into my gut.

And whatever this is that’s happening will end in good. All struggles do, as long as I handle it the right way. Once in a while, I thought, “Maybe I should try seeing this comically…just laugh about it…” But that would be taking value away from a collision that God planned so perfectly. I’m thankful, yes, but it hurts. Kind of like the pain you feel after running for miles: you can’t pinpoint the one place it hurts the most, but you know you’re getting stronger.

I’m not the only one I know who’s struggling. Listening to friends and even seeing how 10+ people instantly “like” a facebook status and write “i feel you” about wanting the week to be over is enough. Let’s not take these struggles for granted, though. I won’t say to “make a joyful noise!” and to be ecstatic about it, because I can’t do it with a genuine heart either. But trust that this can be used as an advantage for our relationships with God and to grow stronger as ambassadors of Christ. Trust and believe that it’s gonna be worth it all.