Flightless birds

“Well it wasn't always a settlement.” said a friend in *S-town. “It originally sprung up as a camp for the women and children who were without refuge after the men in the north were killed. The people stayed and now it's a town. No tents anymore... bricks.”

Our hearts don't know whether to cry or rejoice. So much blood was shed and yet now a community for the displaced people to call “home”.

As the Kurdish proverb says, “God finds a low branch for the bird that cannot fly.” Our prayer is that God uses us to be part of that low branch.

After 2 months studying and spending time with family at SAIACS in South India, Karina and I will be continuing our travels into the Middle East. We will be serving as part of a team in a community project where we have the chance to bring medical training and English language lessons in an area where there is much longing for both of these skills.

The hope we find in God is what compels us to go and what allows us to be “a low branch”.