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.