I’ve never been good at socializing, especially at large events such as parties, networking, and happy hours. I talk to many people, yet still walk out of events feeling like I know no one. Friends tell me that they often feel the same way.
The day finally came for me to grab my bags and board the flight. I had been living with my grandparents and other relatives for more than 7 years, but it was now time to join my parents and undertake my university education in the new country they called home.
I have come to realize, both through personal pain and the pain of others, that while many of us joyfully celebrate being a mom each year, there are also many women who will be hurting deeply come Mother’s Day.
“I love Jesus, but not the church.” This is what someone recently told me, and it left me puzzled.
When my family and I moved across continents, our lives were stripped down, and being in a new place made everything about three steps harder.