This is my third Easter away from home…
And every year I tell myself it will get easier.
But every year, my heart feels it more.
They say: “Forget your home. Start a new life.”
But how do you forget the place that shaped your soul?
How do you silence memories that live inside your prayers?
I don’t just miss a place…
I miss my people, my church, my streets, my childhood…
I miss the feeling of faith in the air.
Jesus Christ said:
“Do not be afraid of those who kill the body, but cannot kill the soul.”
Words matter.
They can heal… or they can wound deeply.
Sometimes people don’t realize that telling someone to “just move on”
can slowly break something inside them.
I’m learning this:
I can build a new life… but I don’t have to erase where I come from.
My roots are not a weakness—they are my strength.
This Easter, my body is far…
but my soul is still there.