on hope.

We win some, we lose some.
Today, we won.

Today I learned that Issa, the man on the far left, is coming to America. After years of applying, he was finally granted permission. Although his struggles will not end when he arrives in the states, it is a huge step in the right direction. I could not be happier for him.

I have hope that people will be kind, welcoming and gentle with him. I also have hope that as he is granted permission to leave Malta, the system is slowly but surely allowing these determined people to seek peace. All they want is a place to call home. I wish him safe travels.
Love, Audrey

love.

I loved Malta. Everything from the sea to the desert, the card-playing to English teaching. I loved it all. Someday, I'll be back. Until then, I send my love to that little island.

Love, Audrey

overwhelmed.

In the midst of midterm week and a general state of anxiety and stress among the student body, I have found other reasons to be overwhelmed. And, these are good ones.

I'm coordinating a book drive at LC with some other Malta folks. We have been able to send a box a week, a few hundred books already headed over the Atlantic. Thanks to my family and friends who have brought car loads of books to my house. Thanks to the schools and church groups that are collecting them by the box full. I am overwhelmed with gratitude. It makes my heart sing. The residents of Marsa and Hal Far will be so, so happy.

It was the phrases like these in Malta that made me overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with joy.

"Teacher, teacher---I can write the alphabet."
"Sister, it's not time to quit yet, 10 more minutes."
"Miss, when will you all come back? We still have much to learn."

Thanks to all my book-loving friends and family out there----you have all come through big time. I'm overwhelmed with thanks. If you want check this out, Malta Times.

Love, Audrey