An Immigrant Among Immigrants

I recently went to Bible study and was a hot mess, mostly from homesickness, which is pretty typical, if I'm being honest. As we went around the room to share prayer requests at the end of the evening, I cried as I shared with them how I was homesick and missing being around for the engagement of a friend back home. I was embarrassed from crying, but thankful for a space to share my struggles.


One of the sweet young mamas in my group looked at me with tears in her eyes and said

"Alyssa, everyone in this room has family far away. Most of us weren't born in this country. We know what it feels like to miss people you love and not be there for big events back home."

At the time it didn't mean much to me, but that night as I was laying in bed processing my day, her words really stuck with me. 

I am an immigrant among immigrants. 

Though we may struggle time to time to make conversation, we have this in common and can share our stories and know they will be met with understanding. How thankful I am to be surrounded by this community of loving, hope-filled, welcoming women.