drop box.

Finally watched the documentary film that I've been waiting to see for the past two years. Still processing it all.



Of course, I cried, just five minutes into it.


(As a side note, for those that saw it in theaters, who didn't feel comfortable and actually angry about the premier introduction and ending scenes? Let me know your thoughts).


For those of you that do not know about the Drop Box, it is a documentary about a South Korean pastor who built literally a "drop box" for abandoned babies. He takes them in without a question and raises them.

His heart and all the sacrifices that he has made for these children made me cry. The scenes that shows him running to the drop box when he hears the doorbell ring. The moments when he holds them and simply prays, "Thank you Lord, for saving this child." 

I cried even more seeing all these children smiling so brightly and so loved. Not forgotten. So loved.


That is where I want to be.
That is where I want to go.

It won't be easy, but a friend of mine encouraged and reminded me, that I will never be alone in this journey. 



Praise God for Pastor Lee, his family, and his volunteers. My role model. Literally living to be His hands and His feet.


The Drop Box