Ricci is my youngest sister. She was born when I was about done with college.
Back in Asia, our cultural indoctrination edicts the eldest son to vow assistance to his siblings until they are done with school.
I knew this was not going to happen as I was called into ministry.
How does one get called anyway?
Well, it begins with a relinquishing of all preoccupations and an accompanying reallocation of trust.
I went to seminary with a good prompt that divine fiat will handle all my omissions.
I see this unwrapped every single day.
The hands of God are infinitely larger than mine.
Ricci is shining bright in her iconic craft.
I just know the source of lumens.