Today is a day that our lives changed. I hope. For good.
This is my second encounter with refugees near Atlanta. I hope this time I don’t forget.
Someone posted a photo of 5 of this ladies 6 kids on a Facebook group I am a part of last night. I meant to say something about it, but I got distracted.
A friend of my husband’s reposted it and of course he acted. Within an hour he has plans to meet them at 3:30 pm today and a pile of stuff to bring.
This family moved here about 4 weeks ago from Afghanistan. They have 6 kids of all ages. The mother, who is holding Zoya in this photo miscarried two weeks ago, after they arrived in the country.
When I got off work I called my husband and he and Zoya were still hanging out and drinking tea in Clarksville and he wanted me to come. He was clearly having fun and didn’t want to leave. I found him, just as I expected, sitting on the floor, drinking tea and eating cookies and talking to this family. And it was lovely. The first world problem of busyness isn’t the same in this refugee community. Drinking tea and visiting for hours on end feels normal, not forced. I was reminded of the Blue Bike book I keep talking about and slowing down and savoring life. I had as much fun on the floor of that apartment as I have had anywhere.
I hope we don’t forget this. I hope this is the first of many friendships.
Yes, the poverty was amazing, but the wealth even more so. They have next to nothing, but what they have they shared.
I promise in posts to come to write more. God willing, this is just the beginning.
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