As I sit here writing this, I'm on our balcony off the kitchen. The school kids are breaking for recess and kicking around a soccer ball, their shrieks coming from the middle school across the street. I have laundry pinned to the line – linens and pillowcases. The October noontime sun is strong enough to dry them quickly. The fall weather has come to Turkey but the concrete sides of our apartment building still radiate the heat of the day.
My waiting season oftentimes feels like the wilderness. Vines wrap their tight fingers around my heart. Pine needles poke relentlessly at my sides. The sticky cobwebs of my mind muddle my thoughts. I am tired, out-of-breath, and ready to give up. For me, this season has lasted 19 months. Twists and turns. Nerves unraveling. No… Continue reading The Gift of the Wilderness | Finding Rest
We can make plans and lists and to-dos all we want. We can research and highlight and post-it note to our heart's content. Yet, at the end of the day, God's plan prevails. The Lord is the one who establishes our steps.
“So, how’s hope for you these days?” I turned my attention toward the voice, unsure of how to answer. Hope? As I readjusted my seatbelt and looked out the passenger side window, my gaze fell upon the jagged rocks, the palette of brown and spots of green that so distinctively decorate Cappadocia. Hope. My mind… Continue reading Holding Joy and Sorrow in Both Hands
This is part one of a series titled "Stories of Refugees in Turkey" dedicated to sharing the stories of refugees with hopes of giving readers a look past numbers and statistics into the dreams and lives of real people. Read part two here. “He is asking you,” my translator quietly tells me as she places… Continue reading Can You Help Us?: Stories of Refugees in Turkey