This scripture made me think:
Where is the land I am meant to take?

“Then the Lord will drive out all these nations before you, and you will dispossess nations larger and stronger than you.”

^{Deuteronomy 11:23 (NIV)}

A day laborer at a logistics warehouse?
An Investment company?
Some other job, or a completely different place?

This past week, I worked for the first time at a Nespresso warehouse. Most of the people there have been working in that place for quite a while.

The work is physically demanding, and yet the pay is minimum wage — $80 for 8 hours.

Still, I believe if I continue to obey God’s word, even if I stay in a warehouse, He could raise me up to be a manager one day.

But the more I work there, the more I feel — this is not a place to stay for long.

Should I go back to the investment world? To do that, I need two things: a usable bank account and some starting capital.

Miraculously, one of my frozen accounts reopened, and a friend kindly offered me a small amount of money — interest-free — just enough to take a small step forward.

Anyone would say this is a second chance.
But something inside me has changed.
I can’t just run ahead like before.

I’ve learned that when I go where I think is best, it usually ends in pain. So I’ve paused and I’m standing still.

Should I apply to another company?

Over the past two weeks, I’ve been pouring my heart into a research proposal and resume. I’ve sent them off to several places. No response yet. I’m waiting.

And I keep wondering…

Lord,
if I truly listen to You,
and stay away from idols,
will You really guide me wherever I go?

Pancake and Smile

There’s a convenience store I often visit.

Right outside, there’s a hearing-impaired woman selling hotteok (Korean sweet pancakes).

Last night, I passed by and saw piles of unsold hotteok and bungeoppang (fish-shaped bread).

It was already past 8 p.m. She sat quietly, looking tired and defeated.

I couldn’t just walk by.

I bought a bag of bread for 2,000 won. As I handed her the money and received the paper bag, she smiled — just for a moment.

That small smile made everything worth it. Even though my hands were full — a laptop in one hand, the bag in the other — even though the bread wasn’t particularly delicious — her smile made it all worthwhile.

Today, I came to a friend’s café.

On the way, I picked up some ice cream (2+1 deal, of course). I bought six — enough to share. Just imagining the joy on my friends’ and kids’ faces made my heart light.

Money can be such a tricky thing.

Used wisely, it can bring joy and meaning. But it can also so easily become an idol.

A Prayer with Pancakes

Lord,
I don’t know where to go from here.
But I want to walk in the way that brings You joy.

Lead me in a path that brings life —
not just to me, but to others through me.

Amen