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Sunny Kang

Press Service International

Sunny is as a weak as a broken reed, a flickering candle. But Abba God shows His abundant mercy again and again by incredibly loving this hopeless being. Soli deo Gloria.

  • One precious pearl

    Precious: adjective – of great value; not to be wasted or treated carelessly.

  • Purchased: The slave of bitterness

    Though in my full name the meaning of ‘goodness/kindness’ hides underneath, I could not have been the farthest from it. Only a week ago, I lived my whole life with irritation, outbursts of anger, selfishness and pride as my best friends.

  • At the pit: a prayer

    O Lord, You have made me new, yet how is my heart still as black as coal?

  • Snack-pocketing and glory-stealing

    Because I moved to New Zealand when I was only 8, I do not have a lot of memories of my childhood that I had in my motherland, Korea. So those that have survived in the limited storage space of my brain have a special lustre of their own. 

  • Dancing in His sigh

    Blessed is the one who walks, not dances

  • Take the gift: in life slowed down

    How did your sky look yesterday? Cloudy? Did it spit? Was there wind that tangled your laundry or a breeze that curled your hair? How about the colours? Was it as blue as blue can be, or as grey as a pebble? Grey as a Russian Blue?

  • Writing from Lady Lights: the Sunless city

    I cannot believe how quick time fleets – I can never catch up, though I try ever so hard. It’s truly as if time keeps a pair of wings in its closet, ready to fly off whenever I am not looking. This sneaky pal must be having a ball, as I am so easily distracted in this dazzling place.

  • How I shed my quills

    I wasn’t always like this, I promise. No, who am I kidding. Of course I was. From the first irritated cry as I entered this world of discomfort to the sigh of stress I released just now, I have always been spiky.

  • Confessions of a peculiar perfectionist

    I don’t call myself a perfectionist, but I do have a peculiar form of it within me. It tends to pop out in the weirdest places, making me edgy when I fall short of my standard of perfection.

  • Stuff goes on, stuff weighs down

    Busan. Despite its closeness to my parents’ hometown, it was a new place for all of us. We had never properly visited, let alone lived in this vibrant city in Korea. With excited and nervous hearts, the Kangs stepped into their new house with 146 boxes.