Unfinished Stories December 8, 2017
On The Outside Looking In May 28, 2017
When I turned 11 I found myself on the outside looking in.
I grew up in warm Southern California as the youngest of three.
I would describe it as an idyllic childhood…
Riding bikes with my brothers, lots of friends on our street and at school,
good grades, fun times of soccer and softball, and a loving family.
I also had a strong sense of who I was.
I felt anything was possible.
I felt I could conquer the world.
Then we moved…
My life was rocked to my core.
I no longer belonged.
I forgot who I was.
Moving to Texas at 11 is still one of the most impactful and difficult experiences in my life.
Not only did I move to a new town in a new state, but
I moved into a new and totally different culture.
I felt as if I had moved to a new country.
I did not have the right clothes.
My accent (or lack thereof) was wrong.
I even had different slang.
No matter what I did or how I tried to connect, I was constantly reminded that I was
An outsider looking in.
Once we entered Texas, I had lost my sense of who I was.
I did not feel valued but lost.
I felt as if I was stranded on an island, in the middle of an ocean.
Over time I found my way “in” through new friends
Who accepted me for who I was.
I made friends just being “me”.
I learned that I could overcome and rise above obstacles by being myself…
The one God created me to be.
As a child, I always cheered and spoke out for the underdog.
Now, I had become the underdog.
I had a new appreciation of the value of community and
This increased my life-long compassion for
Those on the outside,
Those considered less than,
Those considered not important or of value.
I should not have been surprised that the issue of fistula would resonate with me,
Even though at the time I felt it hit me out of the blue.
As I first read about fistula, the focus of Hope for Our Sisters,
I was not only struck by the injustice of the situation but
And lack of community
Suffered by these sisters of ours.
At Hope for Our Sisters we extend our reach beyond fistula surgery and prevention
By directly investing in each woman.
Just like you and me, each one of our sisters has value.
Each one of our sisters has a story to tell.
Each one of our sisters has a contribution to make.
Each one of our sisters has the right to rejoin their communities.
Each one of our sisters has the potential to change the world.
(NOTE: A session with the organization Resonate helped me tap into this story behind my passion for HFOS. I fully believe God broke my heart for this issue but I also believe He used this very difficult experience of mine to help fistula resonate with my heart.)
© 2017 by Brooke F Sulahian
Motherhood is Eternal, as is Hope May 10, 2017
Hope is on the Way this Mother’s Day April 25, 2017
I am sitting on a train, headed from my job in the city to my home, where my daughter has a fever and needs her mom. But I am not worried. Help is on the way.
After an all-morning meeting, I checked my phone: 3 missed calls from daycare. My daughter had a fever of 102, and needed to be picked up, preferably within an hour. Unfortunately, it had already been an hour since they called. I checked the train schedule. A train had just left; the next one wouldn’t leave for an hour, and with the commute, I wouldn’t be able to get her for another two hours. I briefly panicked-what do I do? How do I get there in time? Then I took a deep breath and called for help. My mother-in-law works closer to my home, and I took a chance she’d be able to leave sooner than I would. She answered immediately, and in no time, she was on her way to pick up my daughter. She loves her granddaughter, and as much as it was a gift to my daughter to be taken home, this act of love was a gesture of love to me: “I will help you.”
Meanwhile, I had an hour to kill in the train station. I ate lunch. I bought some books for my daughter, a special treat to give her on her sick day home. And while I wished that I had been able to get there in time, I also felt deep gratitude that someone else who dearly loves my daughter was able and willing to step in and help. The message to my daughter was, “Help is on the way.”
And this is what God asks of us.
When our sisters are bleeding dangerous amounts during childbirth, suffering excruciating labors, delivering stillborn babies, and sitting alone in their huts, outcast and abandoned because of their leaking and stench, God turns to us. He says, My daughter needs help. I want to help her, but you can get there faster. Will you help?
When our sisters need emergency C-sections but can’t afford one at the only hospital trained to perform the surgery, God turns to us: My daughter needs help. Will you help?
When our sisters need education and skills to continue their lives after healing, God turns to us: My daughter needs help. Will you help?
Like my desire to be immediately by my daughter’s side in her time of need, God would love nothing more than to immediately pick up each and every one of our sisters at risk of, suffering from, or healing from fistula. So He has designed a way to do so: by calling us when His daughters are in need, the same way I called my mother-in-law. My daughter needs help. Can I send you?
Thankfully, my mother-in-law answered the phone, was able to leave work, and joyfully responded to my need-which, in turn, led to my daughter being taken care of more quickly. Had she not answered, or been too busy, or not been interested, I would have felt panicked. Had she said, “Not today, maybe another day,” I would have been crestfallen. I know that eventually I would have made it home, but it would have taken longer, delaying my daughter’s ability to get home, put on pajamas, and snuggle up to rest. And it would have meant that the next time I needed to rely on someone, my mother-in-law might not have been the first person I called. She might have lost my trust.
Clearly, a fever is not as serious as fistula. But as a parent, anything that ails your child can break your heart. And while I’m not God, we share this in common: we are both parents, and we both call on others to help us take care of our dearly beloved, spectacularly adored daughters. None of us can fill the role that God fills in our sisters’ lives, no more so than my mother-in-law can take my place in my daughter’s life. But in a moment of need, she was there. That tells my daughter two things: first, that someone loves her enough to be right by her side. And second, that her mother can be trusted-even though I couldn’t physically be there, I didn’t abandon her. I made sure she was taken care of.
So when our sisters need help, and God calls us to step in, what will we say?
For every daughter of God whose pain has become hope, and whose hope has become joy, I pray the answer is yes. By saying yes, we teach them that they are loved dearly by women around the world, sisters they’ve never met. And we teach them that God can be trusted-that He hears their prayers, knows their names, and will send help, if only we will answer the call. This Mother’s Day, let us honor God’s love for His daughters by letting them know that help-and hope-is on the way.
Written by Dianna Sawyer, Hope for Our Sisters Partner in Hope.
Can You Find Value in a Field of Rubble? December 16, 2016
We tend, as an accomplished, well-educated society, to base our future prospects on merits of excellence and opportunity. Cultural and economic freedom have provided ample life outcomes, and we recognize that our future is directly tied to stewardship. In my view, the groundwork required for our culturally inspired potential was forged elsewhere. I believe the Lord, at one spectacular time in our history, anointed us with a gift, and at many times since has provided the grace necessary to sustain it.
In Angola, Nepal, and in the Democratic Republic of Congo, the Creator continues His redemptive work. He who speaks in a whisper holds a tiny seed of purpose intended for the broken community of women thought most unlikely to receive it. The God Who Sees is visiting the woman in Angola whose name we do not know, and His words to her are compassion and hope.
In the midst of pain and suffering, she has learned to recognize His voice by the steady consistency of a hand stayed on His purposes. His is the path that doesn’t sink, and as she learns to walk by faith, she gains confidence and strength. Through her journey, she has been given a sure foundation and an unshakeable, unstoppable vision for her future. She is to us a reminder of the undeniable strength and potential that God provides for those who love him.
She serves a God who speaks life from dust, who places treasure in jars of clay, and who carries His “Yes” in those who are despised and rejected. Confronted by hopelessness and impossibility, He has repeatedly revealed His power to make a way. The result that was prescribed for her is silenced by His faithfulness to personally see her through. The promises of God that find their “Yes” in Him continue in spite of her hardship, and He has appointed for her next steps.
As a Hope for Our Sisters Partner in Hope, I seek to find genuine inherent value among a field of rubble claiming to be. I weight this against prospective growth, and choose holders of time and resources based on the perception that I have on these characteristics. As a follower of Christ, I believe that these are spiritually discerned. I understand that only His mission will withstand fire; only His hand creates that which cannot be tainted by decay. I seek the investment that contains His whisper, for I have found that only in this will there be a return.
With Hope For Our Sisters, we venture into the rubble of cultural and economic oppression to find the beauty beneath the surface. We lift her up, and set her free, and turn her eyes to the future; her joy becomes our own. I use my own gift of freedom to plant God’s seed of redemption, for I know that it will grow. The Lord, at one spectacular time in her history, has determined to anoint her with this gift, and will continue to provide the grace necessary to sustain it.
“There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God. God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved; God will help her when morning dawns.” Psalm 46:4-5
Written by a Hope for Our Sisters Partner in Hope
Stepping Up Courageously…Pursuing Hope December 1, 2016
I am Edalina. I am a wife. I am a mom. I have dreams, hopes, strength and potential. Tragically, I leaked urine all the time. Fistula tried to destroy my dreams, my hopes, my strength and my potential. Fistula almost succeeded.
I want healthy children. I want to contribute to my community with my husband. I want to make sure my daughters don’t suffer like me. Hearing about a visit with women from America and nurses from a local hospital brought me out of hiding. With ten courageous sisters I put aside my fear of further isolation and shame. I came to the local clinic. I stood strong. I said, “Here I am, I am worth your time”.
At this meeting, I discovered the name for my suffering…fistula. I discovered healing and help were available. I never knew anyone could help.
I never knew anyone wanted to help. I never knew anyone cared.
At the end of the meeting, we were advised to see the local doctor. Hope filled my heart. I was closer to healing, to a life worth living, the life I wanted! At the clinic I saw our American sisters and local nurses. They smiled, held our hands, and loved us. In them I saw hope in who I could be, who I was meant to be.
My flight to the main hospital was hope-filled and fearful. I came with my sisters who suffered just like me. People, those who believed I was worth it, YOU, funded my surgery. YOU saw my strength. YOU saw my potential.
After surgery I was told, “You are DRY!” DRY? Me? After three years of leaking on myself day after day, minute after minute. Three years of soaking my only clothes. Three years of isolation. Three years of despair. DRY!
I have hopes, dreams, strength and potential. Now that I am DRY I get to discover all that I am…all that I can be.
My sisters, our daughters, our mothers, also have dreams, hopes, strength and potential. They live for the day to hear, “You are DRY!” They pray for the day fistula no longer exists. Can YOU see their strength and potential? I can!
© 2016 by Brooke F Sulahian
Want to Watch Strength and Potential Fly? November 21, 2016
Letting Go in Trust – Discovering Strength and Potential
Hands clenched tight.
That’s what you do when you care about something, right?
You hold on tight.
That’s how you care.
That’s how you protect.
That’s what I was doing, unknowingly, with Hope for Our Sisters and the beautiful women we serve.
Holding on so tightly my hands hurt.
However, this is not what I should have been doing.
Do I love the sisters we serve? Yes!
Do I enjoy my role of leading this organization? Yes!
Do I feel called to this life-changing work? Yes!
Do I believe our donors, investors, team members and prayer warriors can enable us to generate hope, healing and ultimate freedom from fistula? Yes!
Then I must let go. I must release. This is not mine to clench tightly.
In trust I let go.
I opened my hands in trusting release.
An old adage says if you love something set it free.
I did this, once again, with Hope for Our Sisters and our future path.
I did this knowing we are at a strategic growth point with many prayers, assessments and decisions before us.
I did this because in holding tightly, it overwhelmed my soul.
Holding tightly kept me, rather than God, in charge.
Clenching with all my might limited what He, my Lord who called me to this work, could do through Hope for Our Sisters.
Once opened…once released, what flew out of my clenched fists?
A beautiful, strong, white dove…confident in her flight and full of potential, just like our sisters.
What does this mean?
Beautiful, hope-generating gifts and actions will flow through Hope for Our Sisters to the beautiful women we serve if I will let go and release our next steps, decisions and plans to Him.
This is His organization not mine.
This is the calling He placed on my heart.
Only through release in trust can Hope for Our Sisters accomplish its goals, generate hope for our sisters and, along with our donors, investors, team members and prayer warriors, help to bring fistula to its end.
Look at YOUR hands.
Do YOU have a dove desiring to be set free today?
Our Sisters are liked trapped doves waiting to fly.
Waiting to tap into their undeniable strength and potential?
Who will help them fly?
Open YOUR hands, release and watch them fly!
To learn more about our Hope for Our Sisters, visit hopeforoursisters.org
© 2016 by Brooke F Sulahian