About this time last year we started filling out paperwork and gathering more paperwork. First one step, then the next and the next . . . And then the wait. Oct. 1st was the initial day of departure, but that came and went without all the needed approvals. Next came January 23rd and our bags were basically ready to go, but again the needed paperwork wasn’t in place. And so we continue to wait. While we trust God’s timing in this, the waiting can still be hard. This past weekend a little perspective came. I started hearing the stories. Stories of families that are fleeing their homes in the middle of a war zone. Families that have gone through a years long process to seek safety. Finally the day came to fly to the United States in order to start a new life. I can imagine the eager anticipation as they boarded the plane, stowed their bags above and sat back as the plane prepared for departure. All the waiting had finally come to an end. This was their time for a new start. And when they landed on US soil, they were turned back again. What is their next step now? What should they hope for? Was all the work and waiting in vain?
Over the past year we’ve traveled a lot and met many people who are helping refugees as they adjust to life in a new culture and others who have moved to Europe to help refugees on their first steps in fleeing the viciousness of war. As I pray for the innocent families who don’t have any idea what will come now, I pray that as believers we would see the ways we too can help to welcome and help those who are searching for hope.