Rebecca Kalen
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Rebecca Kalen was born and raised in Kyrgyzstan. After graduating from the National University, she worked as an English teacher and later in business. Life led her to choose family over career, a decision that shaped who she is today.
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The Miracles of Fourvière
“There are places where prayer becomes breath, and hope becomes a path. For me, that place was Fourvière.” Ever since I first heard the story of the plague and the vow made by the people of Lyon, something stirred deep inside me. It felt as if that ancient promise was somehow the beginning of my own life in this city. From that moment on, I began to believe in miracles tied to the hill of Fourvière.
By Rebecca Kalen5 months ago in Families
Return to the City of My Prayer
Sooner or later, there comes a moment when a dream finally comes true. I found myself boarding a plane once again, heading to the very place where I had once failed in my first attempt to stay. I thought it was the end. That everything had slipped through my fingers. But fate had its own plan especially after that quiet prayer I whispered inside the Basilica of Fourvière.
By Rebecca Kalen6 months ago in Families
The Language of Dreams
All our dreams and desires are woven together like delicate threads in a tapestry we cannot see. We reach for happiness, hope for success, wish for health, love, and peace for those we hold dear. But the older I grow, the more I realize so much of life lies beyond our control.
By Rebecca Kalen6 months ago in Families
The Language of Dreams
by Rebecca Kalen All our dreams and desires are woven together like delicate threads in a tapestry we cannot see. We reach for happiness, hope for success, wish for health, love, and peace for those we hold dear. But the older I grow, the more I realize so much of life lies beyond our control.
By Rebecca Kalen6 months ago in Families
The Voices of Guidance, or the French “Pardon”
Whenever I do something questionable, I hear a chorus. My aunts, neighbors, older relatives, kindergarten teachers, and school tutors as if the entire courtyard of my childhood lines up before me, arms crossed, watching. “Don’t do that.” “That’s not how you behave.” “You’re a girl be careful.” “Don’t talk back to adults.” “Always ask first.”
By Rebecca Kalen6 months ago in Families
A bridge made a hope
I say this without doubt and without regret: life cannot exist without fear, love, trial, betrayal, hope, and faith. At some point, all of these gathered and closed around my small life like strands twisted into one rope. There were days I asked, “Can I bear this?” And yet, God kept sending new circumstances—difficult ones, yes, but each something I was called to face with dignity. Some days my strength drained away; my hands fell uselessly to my sides and I felt hollow and alone, even with my husband, my children, and dear friends nearby. When that happened, I would retreat inward, into a deep private country of sadness. But the desire to live and to be happy never left me.
By Rebecca Kalen6 months ago in Families
