When I was growing up, I had what many would consider a privileged lifestyle. I had tons of toys and branded clothes, attended enrichment programmes, and travelled the world with my parents. Yet, I always felt sad and empty as if there was something missing in my life.
Growing up, Roland was often left alone to his own devices as his parents were busy at work, he was distracted from studies with activities such as drinking and hanging out with his friends. At Boys' Town, he found his purpose in life – to help and serve others.
My world fell apart 15 years ago when I found out that my husband was having an affair and had fathered a child with this woman. It felt as though a sword had pierced through my heart and whatever trust I had in him was destroyed.
I wondered if I could trust God with my desires. How can my marriage be fruitful? As a woman, I am called to bear life. My body is meant to bear life. So what happens then when my body cannot bear life like it’s meant to? Am I less of a woman because of this? I share a desire to mother, to nurture, to love. Where do I direct these desires to? To whom do I give them to?