Kim Hyeon-im
I climbed the hill behind the neighborhood. White fringe trees were in full bloom, their petals drifting like snow. The trails were carpeted in blossoms, turning even the steep slopes and rocky paths into a flower-strewn way. When I looked up, the blossoms seemed ready to descend, as if preparing to adorn the path below.
The road of faith feels much the same. Even when it is rough and stony, even when it leaves us breathless like a steep climb, it becomes a beautiful flower path—for God, who came down from heaven, walks with us.
Even today, the grace of God blooms along the path we tread.