Adventures of a Refugee Case Worker

So I feel like I have to write these down so I don't forget:

The other day I went to take an Iraqi family to their TB appointment (appointment for immunizations). I had to be there by 8am in order to make their 8:30 appointment. Sweet family of 6, with adorable children. So I arrive and everyone is still asleep except the father, whom, for the sake of privacy, no names will be given. Anyhow, he opens the door and runs by and for a second I'm confused. Did he just open the door with no pants on?

Just to be safe, I wait outside the door. Surely he just ran past to go get ready. "Come in, come in, Katie! Why you wait outside?!" I walk in timidly while he lounges on his couch in his tightie whities, and nothing more. I hurriedly tell him to go upstairs and get dresses and to wake up the rest of his family and after a few seconds of him sitting there and me looking at their ceiling, he FINALLY goes upstairs.

I right it off as an accident until he DOES IT AGAIN to the next female case worker who visited him. So now I have to get Raed, my Iraqi co-worker to call him and basically shame him into always wearing pants when I come to his door....

Oh the life of a case worker.

There are SO many more stories. Hotel sheets as dress skirts for Rohingya clients, goat chopping (literally) in a Nepali apartment, airport bag chasing and running through airport securities with Afghan clients, meeting more afghans at the DFW airport, sweet syrians and their $600 speeding tickets... and more and more and more. I'll continue to write as stories come. 

Papaw

https://vimeo.com/129693591

My granddad giving his testimony. He's with the Lord now. But he encourages me in this video telling me "His grace is sufficient".

adventures of a 29 year old

In two hours I will be 29. A number I feared for a long time because it means one last year in my twenties. But as I reflect back on what the Lord has taught me the past year, and really the past two weeks of my life has made turning 29 more of a joy. 

He's ordained our days. Teach us to number our breaths, O Lord. He has allowed me to reach 29. He could have just have easily taken my breath away in an instance. But I must say these last years have been an adventure with God and I look forward to adventuring with Him more. And even if this is my last year of life, I strongly believe it would be enough. He's been so gracious to me. He's showed me wonders, miracles even, and He has spoken to me. He hears me. He sees me. And if He allows me to continue on in life, I pray that He continues to speak. But even if I don't hear Him in the years to come, I pray I'm content in knowing He HAS spoken to me and that that alone would be enough for me to worship Him. But oh, how I pray He doesn't stop. Lord, thank you for bringing me into this year. May it be a year marked with adventures with you.