Istanbul

Last year was one for the books. It was the hardest year of my life and simultaneously the most memorable. In July, I flew to Istanbul by myself for the second time since moving back to the States. Honestly, the night before I left for Turkey, I sat at a friends house crying and feeling so confused by everything that was happening in my life. This trip couldn't have come at a better time as it allowed me time to slow down, reflect, and experience God in new ways. I've always been amazed at how time seems to move so slowly in such a large city. My two weeks in Turkey were packed full of adventure and yet somehow we still had time to sit by the Bosphorus and chat for hours. So much healing took place in Istanbul and this city will forever hold a special piece of my heart.