I’m a little Teacup

I am not perfect. I am terrible at writing blogs. I am terrible at Korean. And, in fact, I’ll go one step further and say I am sometimes a terrible person. I know, this is extremely harsh and seems like a horrible way to begin my update of living in Korea. (I tried to warn you, I’m bad at the whole blog thing). But, it’s the truth.

As I try to express how this journey thus far has been for me, I feel like it is necessary for me to be honest with you. The world needs a little more honesty, doesn’t it? I say all of these blunt assertions about myself not to shock or scare you but rather to be a little honest about my brokenness. I am not perfect, but in Korea I’m beginning to learn that not being perfect is perfectly okay. I’ll get into this more a little later but first, I’ll give you a taste of what Korea has been like for me.

The first month in Korea for me has been a non-stop, blur. A normal week for me involves Korean language classes Monday- Friday from 9am to 1, I then have a quick lunch before I head to one of my various volunteer work sites. Most days it’s a local children’s center. I say that I am a volunteer at these places but the truth is most days I go, sit with children and struggle to communicate while the children take pity on me and teach me Korea or basic Korean social norms. I then go home and the studying of Korean begins, I do this all before I go to sleep, only to wake up and do it all again the following day. My weekends often look similar only to have the Korean class replaced with more volunteering or more studying.

Often I find myself frustrated, I feel like I have no time and am constantly being rushed from one place to the next. I feel I never have enough time to learn the Korean or enough time to study. I get frustrated when I cannot communicate. And sometimes I get so frustrated I feel like I should give up. I see all the ways I continue to fail and begin to see myself as a failure.

During one of my weekends here I had the honor of being hosted by a Korean family for Chuseok, a Korean harvest holiday.   During the stay my host Father made me a cup of tea and served it in traditional Korean teacups. I was admiring the beauty of the teacup when my host father pointed out the fine lines inside the cup. Like a work of art, the inside of the cup had dozens of cracks that connected and broke off from one another. My host father saw that I was fascinated with this little teacup and it’s cracks so he explained, the teacup cracks because of the pressure of the boiling water but despite the tea cup being full of cracks, it doesn’t break. The cracks do not make the teacup weaker, but rather more beautiful.

I am not perfect; I am broken and full of cracks. I get frustrated, I forget to write blogs and I forget to study, and sometimes I even fail. I am not perfect. But God teaches me I am like the teacup; full of cracks that do not break me but rather make me more beautiful. I am not perfect and that’s perfectly okay.




4 thoughts on “I’m a little Teacup

  1. Rachel, Thanks for sharing so honestly. We all need these reminders as most if not all of us feel like failures and sometimes just want to quit. Know you are uplifted in prayer each day and now those prayers can be more intentional. Love to you!! Sharon Harrison


  2. You go girl! We are all broken in some ways. I admire you for being honest and raw and beautiful in your writing about your feelings. This year is going to be so great for you.


  3. Rachel, my master’s is in Barque Literature which I loved because barque means finding the b in eauty in the imperfect. I know it is difficult to share your stories yet each one is a gift to us. The holidays are going to be difficult so we will cover you in extra prayers.


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