I write about how what I learn from God’s Word and how my faith influences every area of my life . Sometimes, I share my immigrant experiences. I also blog about the joys and challenges of being a writer.
I hope my writing resonates with you and inspires you to go deeper in your relationship with God. My goal is to walk alongside you as you live out your identity as a citizen of heaven.
More than anything else, what the pandemic revealed to me was our absolute lack of control over the future and the frailty and brevity of our lives
Long-distance relationships with parents, siblings, grandparents, friends, and relatives are part and parcel of an immigrant’s life.
I flex my memory muscles because these reflections make up the un-severed umbilical cord that binds me to my homeland. Flashbacks are all I have to keep me connected to my native country. If I let go, I will bleed and die.
Christian charity can fade into the background when self-preservation or self-interest kicks in. I came out of the quarantine determined to take a closer look at why at times my empathy does not translate into practical action and what I can do about it.
Whether we realize it or not, we are all immigrants. We become foreigners to the world when we are born again. We see the earth as the land of our pilgrimage, and not as our home.
Somewhere between the daily schedules and routines, we manage to click pictures of our children. These photos capture not just precious moments but the essence of motherhood.