Over 80,000 life jackets piled in a hole, punctured and filthy and bleached by the sun, feels like poetry, like tangible words. It feels like memories sealed in plastic, like sorrows under the sun.

Danae Templeton 3/30/18 Danae Templeton 3/30/18

Okhti, My Sister – أختي

Danae Templeton 3/22/18 Danae Templeton 3/22/18

Abductions, Italians, and Our Foray Into Homeless Living

Remember a day when your plan went wrong.

Maybe the kids acted up, the printer broke, or the dog decided that now was a great time to go on the kitchen floor. Whatever it was, imagine that stress sustained for an unrelenting week.

No one can say that I wasn’t warned. I was told that serving here in Lesvos would be hard, I knew that it would drain me, I just didn’t expect it to start before I got here.

Danae Templeton 2/14/18 Danae Templeton 2/14/18

Lesbos: A Beginning

Trying to understand the plan of God for my life seems to be a current theme.

It’s difficult, to say the least, to parse out my own desires from divine intention, or coincidence from sign. Or maybe, just maybe, I was looking at it all wrong. Maybe I have to get to know the God I follow, to align my desires with his, first. Maybe some of those desires were placed on my heart.