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Tasha is a Korean American melancholy dreamer, wife to Matt, mom to three wild and wonderful humans. She writes about everyday life and cultural and ethnic identity, and writing has always been the way God has led her towards the hope of shalom. Her first book, Tell Me The Dream...

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  1. Lately, I’ve been giving a good deal of thought to this matter of bridging the distances and the differences between us. Your grandparents demonstrated such grace in their way of being in the world. It does seem that if we offer ourselves–not just our stuff or our words but our love– in the way they did to you and to others in their circle, we stand a better chance of being met half way on the bridge we are trying to build.
    I am always blessed by our words, Tasha. Thanks for bringing them to this table.

    • Thank you so much, Michele. Your faithful encouragement in places like these have spurred so many of us on. Bridging differences is on my mind often. I find courage in the stories around us.

  2. Tasha,

    We live in such a divided country/world. God just asks us to listen, learn & understand each other & our differences. He wants us to bridge the gap between cultures. He wants us in/not of the world. To love everyone no matter the cultural differences. Your grandparents understood this concept. They showed & invited you into their world lovingly. True hospitality-the kind Jesus had-did not differentiate cultural norms but embraced them. He talked to women-Samaritan woman at that!! It would do us a world of good if we would offer hospitality to others of differing cultures. I have a niece who married a Chinese man. Their children are bilingual. Their families embrace the differing cultures. Our country would do goo to do likewise!

    Blessings 🙂

    • Thank you so much for your thoughts, Beth. Yes, my grandparents were such a picture of Jesus to me and still are. It’s true – welcoming others in and allowing ourselves to be welcomed in as the stranger changes everything. Let’s keep moving towards this in our own lives.

  3. I’m currently serving in a small white town where I’m the only Asian Canadian! It was hard the first two years, where I tried fitting in but the differences would show, and again and again I’d have to ask the Lord for an extra measure of grace. But, God has been so kind and has brought many international coworkers and students into my path in my third year – I love this little community of “misfits” that has formed and bonded through the work of Christ! My favourite is when we have potluck gatherings 🙂

    • Wow, Addie! I know it can be so hard to be so isolated racially, but I am encouraged by your faithfulness and by the way you have seen God provide for you and your town. I am imagining how amazing and delicious those potlucks must be. I am so glad you are connected in this online space, too.

  4. Thank you for your post. As I travel Gods plan which unexpectedly took me to Yangon in Myanmar to witness the launch of a peace research publication and as we travel to our next destination of Hpaan tomorrow I will take your words with me and show the hospitality and love of Christ as best I can.

    • Thank you, Jas. I hope your travels go very well and as you look for opportunities to show hospitality, I also hope you will find opportunities to receive as well. There is so much to gain and learn on both ends. Blessings to you.

  5. Thank you for that beautiful picture of hospitality. It touched the parched spaces of my soul. I long to have a deep good relationship with my grandchildren who live so very far away, and now I see how it can be done. Bless your kind heart for sharing.

    • Cindy, thank you so much for sharing that. I am grateful you felt like the post gave you ideas for your own situation. What a tender heart you have.

  6. Beautiful. My in laws live in Arroyo Grande, I can picture it from your words! What a beautiful testimony of faithful grandparents.