Amid this messy, lonely, and depressing unknown, I have witnessed the powerful act of memory. This nostalgic harvest of moments has awakened me to God’s presence.
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I am enough; this is enough. God is enough.
Mom's prayers were answered in the form of an Italian purple-haired nun who came knocking on our door the first day we moved in.
Let me sit beside this man in hell if he chooses. Teach me in my brokenness to leave the world behind to accompany You in the broken.
God was inviting me to serve Him in a way that I had never been called to serve before.
I have not known that I felt invisible until I felt seen.
I never felt I had my own identity or that I could be accepted as I am. Don't get me wrong: I love and appreciate my parents and all the sacrifices they made as Filipino immigrants to this country. But, at the same time, all those years ago, I couldn’t wait to get away from this city and to break free from the dreams my family created for me.