Being an OFW: A Journey Armed with Prayer and Ink
To be an OFW is to live a life of quiet courage. Far from the warmth of home and the embrace of family, they step into unfamiliar lands not just to earn, but to sacrifice. Their only weapon? Prayer—a lifeline to hope, a whisper to God when no one else is around to listen. In the silence of foreign rooms, when loneliness creeps in and tears fall freely, their best friends are often a simple notebook and pen. These are more than tools—they're confidants, witnesses to pain, and keepers of dreams. Every word written is a release, every page turned a step forward. Their journal becomes the shoulder they cry on, the space where they pour out longing, frustration, and love. A Prayer and a Pen Far from home, across the sea, I work alone, but dream of thee. No hugs at night, no warm embrace, Just silent tears upon my face. My only shield is whispered prayer, A quiet hope that floats in air. I speak to God when days are long,...