I was in the depths of despair, grappling with a shattered future. My plans to move to Dubai for work had crumbled, leaving me lost and hopeless. Then came a surprising call to serve—a call that I initially ignored.
Our priest announced that Coptic Orphans was seeking a Field Coordinator to help orphans in our church. At the time, I was already serving as a Volunteer Representative with the organization, but I was too engulfed in my own pain to think about applying.
When the priest called me personally, I resisted.
“I’m not in a state to serve anyone,” I told him. “I’m struggling with despair. I don’t even want to serve, and I’m stepping away from all my responsibilities.”
But he wouldn’t give up.
“You are exceptionally talented,” he insisted. “This service will comfort you. It will open doors of goodness and compensate you for the pain you’ve endured.”
I dismissed his words as mere encouragement. Yet, he persisted.
One day, he came to my home and said, “Every time I think about this role, I see you. This service is meant for you. It will heal your wounds.”
His determination left me with no choice. Reluctantly, I agreed to explore the opportunity.
In February, I interviewed for the position. At that time, it was widely known that these positions were highly competitive. Convinced I wouldn’t be chosen, I approached the interview with no expectations. Months passed without a response, and I assumed I had been rejected.
Then, in June, I received the unexpected news: I had been accepted. Suddenly, my life shifted.
Working with Coptic Orphans brought me face-to-face with some of the most challenging circumstances—families in crisis, unmet needs, and profound emotional struggles. At first, I was overwhelmed. But as I connected with these families, I began to see God’s hand at work in their lives.
I often tell my colleagues, “You are touching the wounded body of Christ.”
With every family I served, I saw myself. Their struggles mirrored my own. Whether it was a mother burdened with hardship, a child searching for hope, or a family experiencing God’s grace, I saw a reflection of my journey.
Through this service, I healed. The traits I once disliked in myself—my dissatisfaction, my constant comparisons to others—began to change. Meeting families with far greater challenges humbled me.
Their resilience and faith inspired me, answering questions I had long asked God. This position showed me that God is present in every moment, every struggle, and every victory. It has transformed me, healed me, and given my life a purpose I never imagined.