GOD said : ICAN SEE YOU 🙏🙏🙏

Amma's weathered hands trembled as she lit the oil lamp in her tiny apartment, thousands of miles from Chennai. Her grandchildren barely spoke Tamil anymore, absorbed into their new world. That night, she whispered prayers in the language of her ancestors, feeling unseen, forgotten. But the next morning, her youngest grandson arrived unexpectedly. He'd enrolled in Tamil classes. His sister followed, learning classical dance. One by one, they returned to their roots, recognizing something precious slipping away. Amma smiled, understanding finally: God sees those who hold the line. Through her steadfast faith and love, she'd woven heritage into their hearts. The diaspora's greatest reward wasn't achievement—it was belonging.