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Tasha Jun is a melancholy dreamer, a biracial Korean American storyteller, wife to Matt, and mama to three little warriors. As long as she can remember, she’s lived and stood in places where cultures collide. Writing has always been the way God has led her towards home and the hope...

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  1. Tasha,
    Thank you for a tender insight into growing up as the child of two diverse ethnic backgrounds. I think that all of us, growing up, wished that we were different in some way in order to “fit in” better. God, however, did not create us to “fit in” but to be unique and stand out. There is not one single person out there that is exactly like us. I was the ultra sensitive child of two very stoic and emotionless parents. I, too, thought there was something really wrong with me. I didn’t like feeling things SO deeply…it was hard and draining at times. But, God…He knew exactly what He was creating. He doesn’t ever make mistakes. To deny or to want to change our makeup is to criticize God’s fabulous creation. Embracing and accepting ourselves, just as we are, flaws and all, is an important step in accepting our identity in Christ. So thankful that God doesn’t make mistakes! Beautiful post!
    Blessings,
    Bev xx

    • Bev, I am so glad you held onto that beautiful part of who you are. Your sensitivity to others and your ability to feel things is indeed a superpower.

  2. I love this: “Where we are blind to His image in our daydreams, He tenderly makes us see.”
    That has been my experience as well, and I lacked the good sense or the optimism to even ask God for many of the gifts he has poured out on me.
    So grateful!

    • Michele, I wonder if most of us do realize it. It seems to be such a process of receiving grace after grace. With you in that gratitude.

  3. “He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.” – Ecclesiastes 3:11

    You are a beautiful soul. Thank you for the gentle reminder to be eternity-focused. It is so easy to get caught up in the short-term frustrations of the world and lose sight of God’s eternal picture. He’s been calling me to believe in this bigger picture over the past three years of my life, and I am still working through it, believe I always will be!

    • Amen to that. Thanks, Andrea. I love that verse. It reminds me to have grace for this continued growth and unraveling and that all of me is held.

  4. Sticky rice glue…I love that. Growing up with a Japanese mother and an “American” father, I felt that pull. There were days I wanted to be 100% one or the other nationality. I felt a lot like that sticky rice glue. Being Japanese was a part of me, but my Mom felt she had to give up that part of her, so I wanted to be that sticky rice glue to bridge the Japanese with the “American” side. Until elementary school when it was painfully obvious I was the only Asian American -not just in my own grade, but entire elementary school. It was painful days at school being picked on being called racial slurs and not really even knowing why. When I would come home and cry to my mom, she would piece me back together, with a hug, some rice, and a story of her early childhood. In those moments I could ask about some of the traditions she followed as a little girl. She was able to regain pieces of her Japanese upbringing by giving them to me and even though she is no longer here, I’m still trying to piece it all together. I so love the your words of “Where we are blind to His image in our daydreams, he tenderly makes us see…. ” They bring comfort and I think I’m getting out my rice cooker and having rice for lunch! Thank you for your inspiration. <3

    • I love that you had rice for lunch after reading this. I understand that and while I don’t mean to keep writing about rice bowls, it’s what keeps coming out. I’m comforted by the similarities in our struggle between two worlds, and our coming to see the beauty of being able to hold two worlds. Thankful for you, Kathleen.

    • Kathleen, thank you for adding your voice and sharing a slice of your story here. I’m better for having read it. xx

  5. Thank-you for sharing your touching story with us Tasha. I enjoyed every bit of it.
    I hope that you all have a blessed day,
    Penny

  6. Thank you, Tasha, for your poignant piece. Beautifully written too. I never thought of “ethnicity is for eternity” either. That truth brings to mind a bus ride in New York City a number of years ago. Among the passengers that day just about every ethnicity was represented–even some native costumes–and I felt energized by the moment of unity we experienced–all together in one place, all going in the same direction. Little did I know at the time that moment was a picture of eternity, when all believers of every ethnicity will be all together in one place, with our attention riveted in the same direction: the throne of God!

  7. Tasha,

    This needs to be talked about more these days. So many people growing up with diverse backgrounds & ethnicities. America is a melting pot of various cultures. I have two great nephews living in China. One was born in USA & one in China. They have American mom & Chinese dad. They speak both languages fluently. They know with whom to speak each language by looking at you. Everyone has something about themselves that they dislike. I was born with two punctured eardrums & could not hear. I became the shy child not wanting to talk to people. Life was a bit difficult for me. Trying to find a job after HS was arduous. I learned to accept my limitations & move on. Years later both ears healed. I know God doesn’t make mistakes. No matter how we feel. We were made unique-no one else like us in the world. One point you made stuck out to me: “Ethnicity is for Eternity”. We don’t think about it, but people from all walks of life-every country, language will be there in Heaven. Fascinating & intriguing post. Thanks for writing.

    Blessings 🙂

    • Thanks, Beth. Yes, I agree, this is something we can all talk about and learn so much more about. I’m always learning. Thank you for sharing about your experience with punctured eardrums. What a unique perspective you must have because of those experiences.

  8. Ms. Tasha
    Your post was so beautiful. Being Korean and adopted by American parents has been a blessing but also a burden at times. I don’t know what my biological parents were like and I look at my brothers and get envious that they know who they are and where they belong…so many people refuse to open their minds and hearts to other cultures and the issue of adoption. I find myself caught between two worlds without even considering the fact that perhaps I struggle because I am Asian in a (mostly) Caucasian part of the world… Anyway I do long for the day when Everything will be made right and in Heaven it won’t matter whether you were black, white, Asian, poor, rich, middle-class (whatever that means), etc.

    • Jessica, your perspective and voice as a transracial adoptee is so important. Our youngest is adopted from Korea, too. I’m learning as an adoptive parent, just how much I need the unique perspective and wisdom that can only come from other adoptees and listening as much as possible. I’m so sorry for the ways you have felt a resistance from others, especially if it’s come from the church, to be open (and honestly, beyond that, inviting) to other cultures where adoption is concerned. I believe it’s so, so important and your feelings are valid. From my own experience in a biracial and multi-cultural upbringing, I hear you and agree. I long for all of us to see and fully celebrate our differences as necessary parts of one beautiful whole. Your voice is important, Jessica.

  9. Tasha, your words have a way of stirring something heavy in me, yet it doesn’t drop like a rock but rather lifts in my soul with messy hope. I’m ever grateful to have your voice here. Thank you for helping us see others and see our own stories with tender eyes. xx