Having returned and lived here for almost 6 months now—and also having been raised here through university—I think it’s fair to say that I can compare my two home countries. One being Korea, the country where I was literally born, and the other being the United States. It’s an interesting dynamic that goes on in my heart, because I feel so tied to both countries in different ways. My blood and soul belongs in Seoul, Korea (and my birth-town of Yesan-gun). And while I still to this day feel a great sense of comfort there with Koreans that goes much deeper than what I feel in the US, I still also feel a strong sense of belonging here too—there are just some mannerisms that have been ingrained in me from the US that just don’t fit over there.
One commonality that I’ve noticed, between my times in both countries however, is the importance of language; like how it pertains to people’s lives. I don’t just mean verbal, word-driven language either. There are a number of ways that we communicate to each other, and that gives each of us our own powerful, individual “languages” that we use on a daily basis. If you are constantly interacting with people and being social—and believe me, you are—then you are using your individual language.
“22 And Jesus answered them, “Have faith in God. 23 Truly, I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, ‘Be taken up and thrown into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that what he says will come to pass, it will be done for him.”-Mark 11:22-23 (ESV)
This morning, as you look onto the day ahead, don’t be intimidated. In fact, do the opposite—be bold! Know that if you truly believe, at the depths of your heart, in God’s plan, He will deliver. Speak to yourself today, as Jesus has said, in confidence, “I will.” You have mountains to move! Start moving them with your spirit guiding you.
You have the power to make things happen when you trust that they will, and that the Lord has already given them to you.
Just go and make it happen!
Written by: Michael “Bboy Roach1” Roach
Recently, I had a discussion with my older sister. Life comes at you fast, and sometimes, especially when things are going south, you need to confront some key issues and actions. You need to occasionally take a seat, rewind with some powerful introspection, and say,
“Well shoot, I have problems.”
And that’s exactly what we did. We sat down, took 3 hours to talk—like real brothers and sisters should do sometimes—and started hashing out the realities of not just her situation, but our lives. I need to give her credit; she usually is hesitant to point the finger at herself when it comes to blame. But that day, she was all in. She was locked in the moment we got serious, and straight up knew what needed to be done.
“You need to develop a sense of accountability.”
Being off and on about motivation is kind of new to me. If you’ve been following my writing, you might have seen a dip in pushing out content from time to time—sometimes I post every day, sometimes every other day, and then sometimes there are lulls where I don’t post for many days at a time. And it’s not because of laziness, or because I don’t love my mission that God has set me on.
It’s because life right now is hard. Really trying, really draining, and really hard.
Good morning, my friend.
I was thinking this morning, drinking my coffee and pondering on all of life’s many issues—thinking about you, of all things. I know it might seem kind of weird—we might not know each other as well as we’d want to, but I feel like I have a sense of who you are. A sense of what’s deep down inside. We’re in the same boat you and I, you know that?
You feel that tightening deep down in your stomach? It pains you every day—its gravity is so intense that it feels like it’s got a hold of your heart. I get it, because I feel that too. It feels like someone is just squeezing your heart inside your chest at will; clenching it and never letting go, and it’s awful. We both wake up in the morning the same way; and at first it might not be there, but it comes. It most certainly comes, and we both know it’s coming, but there’s not a thing we can do to prepare for it.
We’ve lived with this forever. Since the days when we were kids, we got a glimpse of this tightness and ache that knots us all up. I guess back then it was just over things like “cooties” and if mom and dad were mad at us for not doing our homework. It’s a lot different feeling now though, and I know it is for you too, and I understand. Really. You and I both know it’s a lot more intense these days; a lot more painful; and it kills our optimism even more than it used to when we were children.
Sometimes it drags us down into the darkest parts of us. Sometimes it even changes us for a time, and makes the world around us feel bleaker than what we could have ever imagined possible.
I am right here with you, friend. I felt compelled to write this not for my own sake, but for yours. You and I both feel that clasp on our hearts that stoke the worrying we’ve already been doing enough of.
I wanted to tell you, in this letter anyway, that if I could hug you, I would. You’re resilient for dealing with it this long. And no matter how much more craziness transpires tomorrow, or the next day, or even this year or the next—know that when you’re wrestling with anxiety, you’re not alone. You don’t have just me either. You have more friends that span beyond what you see now, supporting you and who can relate and want to embrace you through the anxiety, too.
Because we’re all dealing with it, together.