Millions of immigrants call the United States home.  I was one of the immigrant families who came to the U.S. as refugees in 1991 and were granted legal permanent residence.  My family started to live a new life in an unfamiliar environment, living in fear of being separated from my old friends and loved ones.   

I learned the alphabet when I was 11 years old.  I was shy and didn’t feel very accepted at school.  I struggled to communicate with classmates and teachers.   I tried to find friendship.  I tried to do everything I could to fit in.  This wasn’t easy.  

Yet, through my journey in mid 20s, I have had a constant feeling of something missing from my life.  I tried my best to align that work with my goals and expectations during my career life – to work 2 full-time jobs and for the things that make my life possible.  Later I realized I still felt emptiness.  Until I re-met my old-time high school friend, I started researching the concept of belonging and the meaning of life.  Happiness is not just measured by success and how much you earn.   

I was invited to join the fellowship. Something felt differently.  It was joyful and peaceful!  It was a true feeling from the inside out.  Joy is something we all long for but that often seems difficult to grab hold of.   

I have found where I belong; yet this has been my permanent place in God's family since 2009.  

When I pray for joy, I receive joy abundantly.  Joy is meant to be a hallmark of the Christian life.  I hope you will receive this gift, the truth of who God is, and rely on the community of believers He has provided.