641. Even When I Was Hurt Badly Enough to Get a Concussion, I Was Still Just Pleased

💌  641. Even When I Was Hurt Badly Enough to Get a Concussion, I Was Still Just Pleased

I had been continuously helping the person who caused my husband’s motorcycle accident and one day I decided to buy three geuns (1,800g) of sirloin to provide some beef for that poor person and his family. We had so many debts to pay: the beauty parlor’s startup loan; my mother-in-law’s debts; the debts of my cousin, Gilyeong; my husband’s guarantee for his cousin, not to mention the debt of our church friend, Valentino. We had never even had the chance to buy and eat beef, let alone sirloin.

But, practicing Semchigo as if I were feeding my family, I happily bought the beef and stored it in the freezer. Since I had bought the meat in the morning, I kept trying to find a moment to deliver it quickly, but there were so many customers that I could not find the time. By the time evening came, I still had not been able to go, and I started to feel rushed. Finally, when only the customers who could have their hair done by the other stylists were left, I finished with the last customer.

After asking the hairdressers to take care of the finishing touches, I hurried to go to his house. I felt rushed, worried that another customer might arrive who I would need to attend to immediately. As I opened the freezer to take out the beef, a frozen piece of meat fell out. In my rush, I did not even think to close the freezer door before picking it up.

I bent down to pick up the meat and stood up fast, accidentally hitting my head hard against the open freezer door with a loud thud! The intense pain overwhelmed me and I collapsed, losing consciousness. Back then, there was no 119-emergency service, so the stylists even poured water on me to wake me up when I did not regain consciousness for a long time. When I finally came to and got up, my family and the stylists shouted while crying.

“Sis! You have a concussion! Let us hurry to the hospital!” I said, “I am fine, I need to go deliver the meat quickly.” Hearing this, the hairstylists became even more frustrated and upset. “Sis, what did you do wrong that makes you want to take such good care of him, huh? You did not do anything wrong! He did wrong after he got drunk! You should be compensated for this, not him…”

I said, “Dears! We can make a living, can we not? But that person, who struggles day by day to make ends meet, is going through a hard time right now. Is not that so pitiful? We have to help him. If we had not been there, that person would not have had the accident.” “Oh my, nobody can stop you. Who in the world could understand our good-hearted sister?”

I replied, “What good is it if people in this world recognize me?” The stylist, who was not a believer, replied, “God cannot even be seen, so what would such a God recognize?” I answered, “I am not doing this to be recognized. I am helping just because I feel sorry for them.” With that, I stood up and headed toward their house. My head was throbbing so badly and my vision was spinning.

But, each step I took toward them felt full of happiness, as I offered up my suffering for the repentance of sinners, practicing love. I offered up the severe concussion with Semchigo as if I had been loved and visited them and gave them the beef. At least his wife understood what it means to be grateful, unlike her husband.

Having known that her husband was at fault, she said, “Oh, my apologies. Even though my husband had done wrong because of drinking, you help us every time and I really appreciate it.” She kept thanking me. I was feeling extremely dizzy, but I said, “Give thanks to the Lord for everything,” and went back.

How was it that my heart could be so rich and full of joy when I delivered 3 geuns (1,800g) of sirloin to their house, even though I had been injured to the point of a concussion? It was not truly me who did it. It was the Lord, alive within the Eucharist, who was personally dwelling in me, acting through me and giving me a heart of love for my neighbor. Filled with joy, I praised the Lord.

“O! My love, my Lord! Though I am always unworthy, I hope that all this suffering of mine may become an offering of fragrant oil, dedicated to You. As I, this sinner, always feel unworthy to go through this perilous world, You, with Your infinite love, have cut away and continually removed the evil habits that remained within me. I ask You to cut away even what belongs to the brother, making him Yours.”

At that moment, I heard the voice of the Lord, full of love. “My beloved daughter, My Little Soul! Thank you. I take delight in the gifts that souls offer Me with all the love they can, to the best of their ability. Even if it is something insignificant, to me, it is a very precious gift. Your selfless, yearning love is truly the satisfying joy that quenches My thirst.”

After hearing the words of Jesus, my aching head, though I had not even gone to the hospital, was healed as if all the pain had been washed away. I had not expected healing; I had acted solely out of love. Yet the merciful Lord graciously gave me healing as well. Offering praise, glory, and prayers of adoration for the Lord’s wondrous love, I returned home joyfully.

My personal reflection note with Mama Julia🌹💗 

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