As I try to figure out answers to my endless questions, through my own experience, I know that thousands, millions of people carry wounds so deep in their bodies and souls that no human being should ever have to carry. I have been able to see, hear, and feel their stories of pain, sadness, despair, and anguish.
Thousands of migrants continue to leave their countries in search of a better quality of life for their families. On that journey, they experience the need to be filled and nourished by God and they discover the strength that allows them to continue on their way.
Mi vida vocacional la comparo con la pequeña flor que nace en el desierto. / I compare my vocation to a little flower that is born in the desert.