Dear Friends,

This past week, I realized somethingwhich is monumentally important. I came to the realization of just how much I need God in my life. I have begun reading passages from a small missal that used to belong to my grandfather, and I am going to attempt to stick to my resolution to pray the Holy Rosary each day (or night).

My four-year-old cousin says our grandfather visited her in her dreams last night. My grandmother, who has always been "prone" to receiving messages from above, says that she heard my grandfather tell her that he was happy because Mom and I prayed the Rosary together last night.

This last tidbit of spiritual communication inspired me to keep praying. On Sunday, my cousin and I went to a youth group meeting at out local Church here in Bayamon. It was a much-needed venture on my part, as I don't know many people here in my age group, save for my cousins, who are always busy with school, volleyball and music.

I think that my visit with the youth group signaled a turning point in my life. It proved to me, once and for all, that Jesus was missing in my life. And so, I finally seek the Truth. I am also hoping to find ways of involving myself with the community by helping others, possibly children with physical and mental challenges.

My Mom and I plan to leave Puerto Rico this Friday to return "Home." But now, after an entire month, I wonder, "What is Home?" Home is where you feel most comfortable, most loved, and, most of all, where you feel God's prescence the strongest.

My peace and love to all!

In Him,
Laurita ;)