When I sat with this question, something unexpected surfaced — something I didn’t realize was still buried. Before I came to America, the people I loved being around the most were my church family back home. The church premises were my safe place. The people there understood me, trusted me, and embraced me without suspicion. I prayed with them, served with joy, and found comfort in their sincerity. I miss that deeply.
My experience in America has been very different. Here, trust is fragile. Even among those who pray the longest, there is a distance. Those who sing beautifully experience an emotional and spiritual isolation. Preaching powerfully does not exempt them from this feeling that feels foreign to me. The American church often functions like an outpatient clinic. Everyone is managing their own wounds. Each person is protecting their own boundaries, and everyone is keeping their distance. If you ask one person for prayer, somehow the entire church hears about it. Some turn it into gossip; others respond with exaggerated concern. It is draining. Over time, I learned to live quietly and privately. I live closely with the only family that has never failed me.
The Father.
The Son.
The Holy Spirit.
These are the “three invisible family members” who have walked with me day and night. They have become my safest company, my most trusted companions, and the ones who understand me without translation. Their presence has been more consistent than any human community I’ve known in this season.
So when I tried to answer the question — Who are my favorite people to be around? — I had to think carefully. The truth is, I find my greatest pleasure in the presence of God. At this point in my life, it has become difficult to be around people for long. I no longer speak the social language here. It’s not just English. It’s the language of their desires, their priorities, their rhythms. I often feel out of place. I don’t know how to order food because I don’t order food often. I don’t experiment with things. It’s not heaven I’m lost in; it’s the common reality that I’ve stepped away from. I did not know how I stepped away, but the evidence that I no longer belong is glaring.
So my honest answer is this:
My favorite company is the Trinity. The Father steadies me. The Son walks with me. The Holy Spirit comforts and guides me. And among humans, I feel safest with those who carry sincerity, purity, and truth.
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