right side of history

all my life i hoped and prayed that i would be on the right side of history. that i would not miss the moment. that the demands of life or fear of safety or anything else would not be louder than actually seeing the need and responding. sacrificing for it.


 and so these days, these intense days for millions of syrians...i am so grateful and humbled that i get to respond. that i get to help teach new mamas how to breast feed and give baths because they don't have family here.



 that i am praying for women with ailments and seeing them get healed.

that i am sitting and drinking tea with ones who have fled and left everything and just crying with them.

 that i am giving food to people that have been in Lebanon 4 days and have nothing to eat.

 that i am helping coordinate and run medical clinics for refugees that need to see a doctor.

i am on the right side of history.

 and now in the midst of an childhood crisis- i am getting to sit, laugh, play, teach, and sing with little children. I know the numbers are small that i am helping, but investing in few can change nations.





   we are praying over these children that they will be the ones that can go back and re- build syria. wanting to teach them how to critically think even more, about conflict resolution...and of course to read and write.












  my favorite moment was walking through the camp and singing in arabic " this is the day that the Lord has made, i will rejoice and be glad in it". mothers and aunts squatted in the shade they could find, and did not even smile as we skipped and sang past them. but the kids, oh the kids, they were prancing, skipping and full of joy.





   what an honor.