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When Peace Kisses Righteousness

There's something about the Advent season that's so cozy to me. Maybe it brings back memories of growing up, arguing across the dinner table over who gets to light the wreath-encircled candles and who gets to blow them out. It brings visions of coming home from school, letting the backpack fall to the ground as… Continue reading When Peace Kisses Righteousness

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Home, But Not Really

Nope, no balloons yet.I let the curtain fall back and silently tiptoe out of the bedroom. At half past six this time of year the sun takes its sweet time pushing past the horizon and with it, the hot air balloons. They won't be hanging in the sky for at least another hour. In the coolness… Continue reading Home, But Not Really

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Finding the Rope When Life is Shipwrecked

I’ve never been one to be afraid of the ocean. Okay, that’s not entirely true. There was that one time, as a 4-year-old where I lost one of my new water shoes while playing in the low tide, sucked off of me by the slurping waves of the Atlantic. With one foot bare and one foot covered and feeling sorry for myself, my mother assured me a nice fish probably made her home out of my shoe. It was scary to have the ocean take something away from me.

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When It Feels Like God Isn’t Good

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