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what gets me through.

14 Nov 2012

there is some bad stuff out there. stuff that hurts. that’s confusing. that’s scary. stuff that’s painful. and heartbreaking. and it’s hard to get through it all sometimes.

there are questions and thoughts rolling around in my head. worrying me. confusing me. and i’m not pretending to understand it all… or any of it, for that matter. i can’t fix everything. i can’t make it all better. i can’t be everything to everybody. i can’t make it all go away. but i wish i could.

i wish i could fill the holes in the hearts of people. i wish i could keep people safe…

about 3 months ago, i met a young 17 year old guy from a middle eastern country. he had come to sweden to seek asylum. alone. i don’t know the story of his parents, but his sisters were living in different countries. he came here to escape war. violence. danger. he came looking for a new life, a new chance.

i met him because i do some work with refugee teenagers. last spring, i made contact with a man who works at a group home for refugee teens. and now, we have begun to collaborate on different activities – my youth at church & his teenage refugee boys, all from the middle east. it has been an amazing experience, and i have met about 50 afghani, iraqi, and iranian teens. they come to the church to hang out with me & my youth… we eat, talk (in the best way we can, using whatever language works), laugh, and dance. it has been soooo much fun getting to know all these guys. they are so amazing. and so much fun. so open & caring. and after all they’ve been through… i’m totally overwhelmed. and all of them, ALL of them, have come to sweden a.l.o.n.e. with no family. and no idea of what their future holds.

one of the guys wanted to learn better english, so i began meeting with him on wednesdays to have little english conversations. he was already pretty good, so i wondered why he wanted to learn more. but, the reason was because he was in danger of being deported back to another country. not his home country, but another place in the EU. one not so great. and he needed to know english so he could communicate.

now, i’m not saying i understand immigration services here, why they do what they do, what the rules are, & how they make decisions. but, this guy, who had been here about 6 months, lived from day to day not knowing when or if he would be sent away. immigration was always threatening deportation. he had no security. no chance to put down roots, for fear of being shipped off as soon as he began settling in. so, he didn’t settle. he just waited for the swedish government to decide his fate. and met with me once a week. but, we always wondered… could he stay? or would he go?

i wasn’t prepared for the message i got yesterday from the man who works with these boys. the teen who i’d been meeting was, in fact, deported over the weekend. with no goodbyes or anything. just gone. and oh, how i worry about him now. he was a wonderful, super nice guy. smart. polite, and so caring. i pray & hope that he is ok. and my heart aches for him. alone and afraid. again. another new place. one not quite as friendly toward refugees.

i can’t stop thinking about him. and i can’t believe i will never see him again. oh, please, let him be ok.

there is so much that is wrong in this world. so much wrong with a 17 year old boy without a family who is being shifted from one country to the next. always facing something new. and always alone. sometimes my soul hurts so much, i don’t know what to do.

but, then there are days like today, when i remember what is most important…

i have to have time to myself. to meditate. to pray. to breathe. to ground myself. for, if i’m not grounded, if i’m not balanced, then i can be of no help to anyone around me. i lose focus, panic, and forget to trust. i am my best self when i am tapped into the spiritual side of life. and to do that, i need to set aside time.

so, this morning before the sun was up, i put on a pot of coffee, lit a bunch of candles, and sat down on a rug. i spent about 15 minutes in complete silence. and i remembered who i am & who i am not. i am not my thoughts, my fears, my questions. i’m not even my joys or my happy moments. i am not my dreams and goals, or anything i make or do. my true self is something way deeper. it is something i feel only when i am still. it is that spiritual part of me that is part of you. it is the divine perfection that resides within all of us, that connects all of us to each other and to God. it is not religion or belief. it is breath. spirit.

this morning i felt it. i felt me. and i felt this young man who is now in another country, facing i don’t know what. but i felt the presence of the spirit with me and with him.

these silent moments of stillness are so important. they are irreplaceable. they get me through. and tomorrow, i’ll wake up and make time to meet my soul again.

deep peace and joy i send to you.

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  • Reply CarlyBeth's Blog 14 Nov 2012 at 23:37

    Aw! You have such a big heart! Inspiring post – helped me put things in perspective =]

    • Reply liz 19 Nov 2012 at 11:06

      You are so sweet to say that! Meeting people with different life situations than me always helps me put things in perspective. xo

  • Reply Anonymous 14 Nov 2012 at 23:43

    Oh my dear.. I have now words.. my thoughts and prayer are with you.

    • Reply liz 19 Nov 2012 at 11:06

      Thank you so much!

  • Reply Laura4NYC 15 Nov 2012 at 02:30

    Heartbreaking and touching! We also have asylum seekers in Germany and some of my former coworkers of a restaurant were from Iran. They have no rights, they live in our country but the future is unsafe. It is not fair for someone to be treated like this and to live from day to day without knowing when and how their life could change. While the rest of the residents just go about their needs and are bitching about petty things such as the rising prices in the supermarket.

    We all live in this world. One world! I sometimes stand still and shake my head in disbelief at how the richest and luckiest developed countries on earth close their eyes at the misery presented at their door step.

    Great post, Liz!

    • Reply liz 19 Nov 2012 at 11:09

      Thank you, Laura! It is truly amazing how so often those of us who have so much tend to shut our eyes to the needs around us. It’s a sad observation, and it makes me feel pain & anger. I just wish we could al be willing to meet people different than us… I wanna shake the fear out of those people who are unwilling to meet someone new, someone different. We’re not all that different after all! xo

  • Reply Tracy 15 Nov 2012 at 06:01

    So sorry to hear this, Liz. Well, how lousy is it that the man who works with these boys didn’t contact you sooner so that you might have been able to at least say goodbye? Or did he not know until they were rounded up & shipped out?

    I’m not a fan of immigration depts. in general. They are huge, faceless bureaucracies that many times act without any apparent humanity. There are so many people trying to escape these violent countries. I cannot imagine being a kind soul & having to endure that sort of environment.

    Is there a chance that the man who works with these boys can get you contact details?

    • Reply liz 19 Nov 2012 at 11:11

      No, the man had no idea when the boy would be shipped off. It is kind of a you get a phone call & have to leave immediately. Really, really tough and crappy for the guy. And sad for me… The guy asked the man if he could have my email address, so he has it! hopefully one day I’ll hear from him! 🙂

  • Reply yogaleigh 15 Nov 2012 at 13:11

    Reblogged this on Notes from the Bluegrass and commented:
    Liz is one of my favorite bloggers so you can wander through her posts and find plenty to like but this one struck me especially today–hope it speaks to you.

    • Reply liz 19 Nov 2012 at 11:11

      Thank you for the reblog! I am so honored & touched!

  • Reply answertothecall 15 Nov 2012 at 21:17

    Such a beautiful juxtaposition of pain and peace. Your writing is a breath of spirituality in itself!
    (I’m getting caught up on my blog reading, now that I have survived finals of my first quarter of seminary! YAY!) 🙂

    • Reply liz 19 Nov 2012 at 11:12

      Congrats to you on surviving your first semester! I am sure it is the beginning of a beautiful journey for you. I would do it all over again if I could!

      Thank you for your comment. You are so very kind. 🙂

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