Today, I got the news from my only sister that her papers for Canada has arrived. That means that for the first time, my sister will be away from the family and work in Canada as a caregiver. Her work permit will be for 2 years.Couldn't help but reflect on the migrant workers. People who, in their search of greener pastures, needs to sacrifice for the family. They endure the sadness and other obstacles to make sure that life would be more comfortable for the family that they leave behind.
Migration is part of our life. Moving and crossing over to what life would bring us next.
As a kid, I was used to moving from one place to the other. We were among the first family from the clan who left Zamboanga City and settled in Manila. Growing up to face "the city" was something scary and exciting. Scary because it is a new territory. No friends...adjustment in lifestyle...major change...and its sad, and sadness can eat you. But moreso, its exciting because it also means growth. New things to learn, new places to go and new memories to create.
Migration, moving... is mission. Wherever we are, the bottom line is, if we continue to exist not only for ourselves but more for others, for me that is mission. It is radiating for Christ that makes that movement, that makes migration worth while because in it comes your mission. To see how God will use you in your present state and how He will move you to greater heights.
As I ended my chat with my only sister, our only assurance to her is God's faithfulness. That despite our distance, we will continue to be united in prayers. That our God, is beyond space and time...that He will bind us as a family to bear witness to Him to the ends of the earth.
God bless you, my little lovely sister. May you fulfill the mission that God has called you for. He will be with you in joy and sadness, in whatever season, in fullness of your life in Christ.
We love you.
