Finding My True Home

I (Bill) grew up in my younger years mainly overseas as a “military brat” as we were called.  While in Ankara Turkey the first time, we lived in the city where our downstairs elderly landlord was a photographer and his wife a stay home mom, in her younger years.  Our landlord adopted me (or maybe I adopted them) but soon I was fluent in Turkish able to translate for my family and also learned all kinds of things including tasting very good foods.  That was my beginning of living in a foreign land and God beginning to sew the value of someone to come alongside and help me “navigate”.   In Tehran, Iran I have fond memories of one of my moms house helper, Fatima, she was so honest and such a help to our family.  I remember so well seeing people in great poverty overseas.  Since that time I have been in several foreign lands, sometimes with help and others times without help.  These experiences were deeply seeding inside me the value of helping others “navigate” in a foreign land and seeing people for how God made them not as society dictates.  

Today when I hear Iran mentioned I first think of Fatima, not of radicals.

​  Life took me through a winding path before it brought me back these past 16 years to working multiculturally, where I have found my true home.