I have prayed for a long time for our former language teacher, Theresa*. She and her family have been so kind to us over the years, and we really care for them, but they do not know Jesus.

On a Sunday, as is often our team’s practice, my teammate and I went to a local refugee church with which we have a relationship to drop off some grocery store gift cards to the pastor, so that he could give them to refugee families in need.

Travis* and I met at a cafe a few weeks ago, and I was able to share with him the good news of Jesus. He had heard most of it before, as he and his wife, Tammy*, had been reading the New Testament for a few months. But, he needed someone to help him understand.

I participated in a henna outreach this month. During one of the days, we were trying to keep a low profile, since the day before we had some issues with the authorities.

Rudy*, a Kurdish friend of ours, has been out of the country for a couple months. When he returned, he contacted me and wanted to hang out. We met up at his friends’ apartment where he is staying in the meantime.