There was blood, actual blood. The trail followed behind her. And she got weaker with every drop. Yet she hurried to line up at the roll call. Shoulders square, head held as high. As every member of her platoon. She had learnt over time. That they were best covered up. These battle wounds she bore. There had been many visits to the army clinic. Many talks with the Physician. About the wounds of her comrades, never hers. So how could He help her? March 30, 2015.

On a journey in pursuit of the Kingdom. A 19 year-old Korean-American living for the Kingdom. Yearning to go to the nations and make His name known. Photographing snippets of my life as I go. Passionate about music and all its melodic wonders. Lover of exploring and adventuring and traveling.