Low clouds and misty gray fog. ���ö� ���. Worshipping with 1st, 1.5th, and 2nd generation Koreans. Simple praise songs sung in Korean revealing a much deeper meaning. Praising Him at the top of my lungs. It not being about what we will become, but about who we are right now before Him. It not being about how high on a hill we'll be at, but simply being the light right now. Being at peace for the first time in two weeks. Coming back and desperately wishing that this will not go away. Struggling to know who my real friends are. Sheepish feelings for writing lengthy and vulnerable emails to indifferent recipients.