Fleecy clouds hang high in the sky. The breeze that swings the tree branches blows gently on the land. On an autumn day, upon a lookout hut that stands like a picture, is peace. I stop my footstep which was pressed for life for a moment and relax my tired shoulders. I am not sad when I see my whitish hair and hands wrinkled by age because of the Lord’s grace which is always with me and helps me at the proper time. This autumn also, I am even happier than ever with Jesus.
Extracted from Yonsei Newspaper #455 (October 10 2015)
