Turkey has exceeded our expectations in every way. It has pushed us physically, emotionally and spiritually.
I'm not kidding when I say that everything in Balet/Fener is uphill both ways! San Fran has nothing on this. Now that I'm in a bit better shape I think I'll leave that old car at home more when I'm back in Listowel.
Even though we've been married for 33+ years we don't always find the same things funny. For instance, when you have just poured Ayran (a salted yogurt drink) on your Corn Flakes because you bought it thinking it was milk. Dad thought this was hysterical and started googling soup recipes. Silly me, I thought "what are we going to put on our cereal?"
O.K., I've had fun with the Rumi quotes, but anyone who has been on a boat with me knows I haven't been given the spiritual gift of whirling. Rumi also said "Sit, be still, and listen, because you're drunk and we're at the edge of the roof.” Clearly, I don't totally get Rumi.
I have been asked several times over the last week how being in a predominately Muslim country effects my faith. I believe that when I gain a deeper understanding of all those God loves it enhances my walk as a Christian. When I hear the Call to Prayer I am reminded that we are encouraged to pray without ceasing. When I visit the mosque I am challenged to reverence God. When I visit Muslim or Orthodox relics I imagine the healing power in just a touch of the hem of his garment.
I will not boast in anything,
No gifts, no power, no wisdom;
But I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer;
But this I know with all my heart -
His wounds have paid my ransom.
One last thing...you all really need to come to Turkey.
You are always in my prayers. Love Mom.