I missed my family more than ever last weekend.
Last weekend, was probably the hardest weekend to get through since I’ve come to St. Louis.
My youngest sister had a concussion and was admitted to the hospital. With my parents in Hawaii and only my second sister to take care of her, I felt so helpless as an older sister here in St. Louis. I had nothing I could do for them– even though I desperately wanted to drop everything here and take the next plane back to California. I realized that all I could do was pray for them– that God will take care of them. I literally cried all day on Friday– somehow, by the grace of God, I completed my presentation in class and attended a group meeting.
I miss my family so much.
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