Sewing Class: A School Year in Review
4 women hired to sew. 14 women received sewing machines. 1 woman received a serger for at-home work. Friendships make. Skills learned. Stories told. It’s …
Provide sewing classes for a refugee woman!
We start with threading the machine. Learning the English words for “thread,” “needle,” and “bobbin.” American teachers also learn the words in our students’ heart …
The Impact of Vocational Training
In the short-term, expecting refugees to find immediate employment often forces them into low-wage jobs outside of their skill set and interests.
Helping Refugee Friends Holistically
We’ve had an overwhelming amount of material needs over the past 3-4 months as rents are being raised, work hours cut, new refugee families arriving …
They’re Not Alone: December Fundraising
When a program grows, funding doesn’t always keep up! Will you join us in providing welcoming community and trauma-informed vocational classes for refugee women?
Time is the Most Valuable Tool
“Can you give me a ride?” she asked. I checked her address (it was close), thought about the class schedule (there is really plenty of time), and gulped. Why is the giving of time so hard to do? The transfer of time from project work to people investment always feels painful to me for some reason.
She is Valuable.
It’s a tough world for female refugees. They face hurdles to education, to healthcare and to even basic safety. Too often, girls and women are considered less needful of educational attainment than their male counterparts.
Help Us Welcome New Refugee Students
You can make an impact by helping us create a safe and bright future for new refugee Artisans at Make Welcome. Will you give today to provide safety, community, and job training for more students?
The Hidden Story
Every time one of our refugee students pulls back that curtain, I find my breath taken away by the grief and hardship that is encapsulated in their stories.
God at Work
I was unprepared, basket of peppers and zinnias in hand, yard-sale pots and pans in the back of the car. I was unprepared when she opened the door, ninety pounds of worn woman with black eyes deep in malnourished sockets.