Hope in Istanbul

Umut was our guide in Istanbul…she loved her city…her heritage.

In the Blue Mosque she grew quit–respectful, 
and took in the artistry and architecture 
as if it were her first visit.

She knew vendors in the Grand Bazaar 
who ushered us through a secret, mirrored doorway 
into an upper room filled with cashmere and fur

where our primal instincts took over.
We were easily escorted through the bazaar
as she unassumingly commanded 
the attention of both buyers and sellers.

At our insistent urging, Umut took us to the edge of the bazaar, 
up to the second floor of the 500 year old building, 
and allowed us in to her metal working studio…her life.

In this bare-walled studio, with tears brushing her lids, 
she cautiously shared about concerns and transitions…

about her long-time business partner…mentor…friend 
who unexpectedly died a few weeks prior.

…about the studio being cleared out and redesigned
into a gallery for metal work. 
But, Umut was unsure…

…of her talent
…the gallery
…her future.

It was in the barren studio that Umut quietly confided: 
“My name…it means ‘hope’…..”
so I assured her: 
“If you’re strong enough to turn raw metal into beautiful art,
and your name means ‘hope’,
you’re strong enough to make it through.”

 We are glad for our troubles also. We know that troubles help us learn not to give up. When we have learned not to give up, it shows we have stood the test. When we have stood the test, it gives us hope. Hope never makes us ashamed because the love of God has come into our hearts through the Holy Spirit Who was given to us. Romans 5:3-5

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