While the US president boasts of new religious freedom initiatives, the travel ban is still in place, effectively and indefinitely preventing 7 countries from entering the US, calling for a "total and complete shutdown" of billions of people. It's been like this for 2 1/2 years. The number of refugees being admitted into the US this next year is predicted to be set at zero, which will hurt the most at-risk persecuted Christians.
"How long more?" My husband asks this question enough times for me to know he's not wondering how long our walk will take to get to the river. We've done it a million times. He's asking me how much longer we’ll be staying here in Turkey, how much longer we have to wait for our lives to move forward, and how much longer will we have to live at the mercy of politicians’ decisions.
Arifa unlatches the rusted metal door and collapses the umbrella she used to protect her olive skin from the arid sun. She beckons us inside. With bags and pillows hoisted over our shoulders, we squeeze sideways up the building’s stairs leading to her family’s apartment. “It’s been out-of-order since we moved here,” she waves dismissively at the incommodious elevator.
It was inching closer to 9pm on a Sunday when my husband announces to grab a sweatshirt, "we're going out!". I'm used to his spontaneity, so I happily shrug on a sweater and we bound down the stairs to our motorbike. Are we getting coffee? Going to the local festival downtown? I pester him with… Continue reading When It Feels Like God Isn’t Good
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