Sometime after the call to prayer but before any hints of daybreak, I feel her hiccup for the first time. The sliver of moon still glows and so does the green neon sign from the bakery across the street. If the windows were open, the smell of fresh-baked Turkish bread would be floating through.
Hope waits but does not sit. It strains with eager anticipation to see what may be coming on the horizon. Hope does not pacify; it does not make us docile and mediocre. Instead, it draws us to greater risk and perseverance. - Dan B. Allender And just like that the breeze in Turkey felt just… Continue reading 4 Thoughts from the In-Between
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