From June of 2014.

Once again, their names are written on the front page.  Once again, the pixels on the screen make up an image that words are not enough to justify of the injustice and tragic that has taken place, and the unraveling of what will be required to mend it all.

I have been volunteering with an amazing group of people joined together with their compassion for refugees.  Today, in a mere 4 hours (in addition to the many hours put in to prepare), World Refugee Day was celebrated in Houston.  I met people from Congo, as they offered me cassava, with a joy as obvious as their smiles against their dark skin.

I volunteered as an administrator for the temporary shelter simulation for some time, and I got to speak with a few refugees and others who have physically helped some families who were once held in the strict refugee camp environment.

As I said good-byes to the 2 volunteers I had been with, the woman was sharing with me how it was still hard for her to play her role, as someone who hasn't really been through the experience.  She shared how knowing someone's reality, only in a general sense, just simply cannot equate to if this life was her own reality.

There are so many more stories. So many still making their way to preserve their life...Lord be their rod and staff.