Many years ago, when I had recently moved to Jacksonville, Florida, I was feeling very lonely, I was depressed and I was searching for something to fill my empty heart. I would pray everyday for God to help me find my way in this new city. I missed my very dysfunctional family and all the distraction that a big city brings. I was sad that my son would not be able to experience growing up around cousins, uncles and all the other craziness going on around us. Moving to Jacksonville from Miami would mean that we would leave family, friends, the beautiful beach, the Sundays at the park full of people, and everything else I that I thought was important. This was definitely not what I wanted. We moved to a very quiet neighborhood where most people didn’t speak Spanish like us and the days seemed so long and boring.
- Published in Family Life