Why is my life not good enough
Why is my life not good enough? Puberty is a time of many worries. For some, it may be three years ago and for others five years. Mine came when I was in junior year of middle school - and my biggest question was: “Does God exist?” Until this day, I clearly remember how this thought came to me. I was born a Christian. My mother’s great grandmother’s name was 김말이아 (金馬二兒, Maria Kim) and her brother’s name was 김빈립( 金彬立 , Phillip Kim) - this means they were Christian from the very beginning when Christianity was introduced to Korea. As long as I can remember, my Sunday mornings were always reserved for church. As it was a very small church, I was the only girl of my age. When the older boys played soccer, I read books and chatted with the elderly ladies, making me the superstar of the church. For a while, I loved all this attention. The problem started when puberty came. While my friends went to academies or played during the weekends, I had to go to church. To make things wor
