When I was living in Korea in the early 1960s, it was a poor, third-world country. I look at pictures and remember...the dirt streets, children playing in the alleys, wearing only scraps, stray dogs wandering around.
|Slums in the 1960s. Photo from jellyfish1616.|
|Lost children. Photo from jellyfish1616|
I think now with gratefulness the red stripes my mom left on my wrist every time she ran errands. She held me, the way my Heavenly Father holds me. I will never be lost.