The First Year

Thursday was an anniversary of sorts for me; it was one year ago, on March 13th, that I made the jump from Manila, with little more than the clothes on my back, two bags in my hands, and a prayer in my heart. Today, I have school and work and a room in picturesque Little Italy in Baltimore, with wonderful friends and blessings aplenty. It is more than I ever dared hope for since I first landed in DC National that cold, gray, rainy morning.

A good year, and the Lord has dealt with me abundantly. To Him I am grateful.

The Lord is gracious and righteous;

our God is full of compassion.

The Lord protects the simplehearted;

when I was in great need, he saved me.

Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the LORD has been good to you. (Psalm 116)