Learning to Love Through Jesus’ Eyes Before the Holy Spirit began changing my heart, I often loved my daughter through my own expectations. But God has been teaching me a deeper kind of love—the love of Jesus. My daughter is not mine to control; she is God’s precious daughter, entrusted to me for a season. My role is to love her, guide her, pray for her, and accept her as God created her to be. Every day, the Holy Spirit reminds me to see her with grace, patience, and unconditional love, just as Jesus sees me. Verse: “Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him.” — Psalm 127:

Creation Points to the Creator How can I reject God when I see the sky, the moon, and the flowers praising Him every second? Every sunrise, every breeze, every star, and every living thing reminds me of His greatness. Creation speaks without words, yet it declares His glory. When I pause and truly look around, I see His fingerprints everywhere. My heart is filled with gratitude, worship, and awe for the One who made all things. Verse: “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.” — Psalm 19:1 (NIV)

Before we began our new life in Canada, we captured these precious moments in the streets of Jerusalem and Bethlehem—the places that shaped our faith, our family, and our hearts. We didn’t know these would be our last photos before saying goodbye, but today they remind us that every ending is the beginning of a new chapter. We carry our memories, our Christian heritage, and God’s faithfulness wherever we go. Bethlehem will always be our home, and Canada has become the place where God continues to write our story. Looking back, I see His hand guiding every step. “The Lord himself will go before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.” — Deuteronomy 31:8

As a little girl, I opened my eyes to the sound of the bells of the Church of the Nativity. Every day, I watched pilgrims from every corner of the world walk through the streets of Bethlehem with hope in their hearts, coming to visit the place where Jesus was born. I grew up meeting millions of people, hearing different languages, seeing tears of joy, prayers, and faith that filled our streets. Back then, I thought it was normal. Today, I realize what a rare blessing it was. Now, living far from home, I miss it all—the church bells, the narrow stone streets, the pilgrims, the prayers, and the feeling that every day I was walking through a living page of the Gospel. Bethlehem will always be more than my hometown. It is where my faith was planted, where my heart learned to love Jesus, and where a part of my soul will always remain. ❤️✝️