Editorial January 1, 1999 Issue

Your talents — not just one

Priscilla del Castillo

I write this on a warm summer night, welcoming the cool breeze from my open window, through which the sounds of chirping crickets, flying lightning bugs, and rustling leaves reach my ears. The massive, sturdy trees that bear these leaves give in to the powerful wind, which makes them sway together like an ocean wave.

And tonight I want to say something to you. Something that maybe will move you like the wind moves the leaves and trees outside my window, In a way, you and I are a little like those trees. And God is like the wind that moves us. He bends the branches of our lives in a good direction.

People our age are blessed with freedoms and opportunities. But we can have limitless freedom if we put our trust in God. He has an inspiring path for each one of us. And we all have a special place where we can shine.