It Will Be Done

June 24th

Community Garden Update

There was a time when I wrote about praying for God to teach me to be patient. Someone left a comment  saying, “Be careful what you wish for.” I can safely say several years and a good dose of mid-twenties-maturity later, I am a considerably patient person. I still drive too fast. I still burn with anger when I see someone hurting an animal or a child. I stand over the rows at the community garden, looking at the tiny buds and think “Grow already!” But I now realize very little in life happens on any sort of controllable schedule. It just happens. And learning to be patient is critical for surviving the realization that your naivete and innocence will carry you only so far.

Community Garden Update

This week I was working with an Iraqi refugee family in their apartment in central Phoenix. The mother of four desperately described how she’d lived in Syria for two years in a camp after escaping Basra with her children. Her husband, Egyptian by birth, couldn’t join them at the camp and isn’t eligible for resettlement at this time. Paperwork keeps them apart, prevents him from watching as his four young children adapt to this new life, learn a new language, cry for their home. She’s been without him for years, raising these children, trying to keep her heritage and their family together as best as she can.

I listened to her describe how much she missed him, how he knew how to handle the children, how she just wanted her children to be safe in America and that they must grow up to become doctors and engineers. These are professions always in need. These are jobs that will provide for their family. These are lives that will be much more secure than those they fled.

By the end of the conversation, she told me she’d return to Iraq with her boys if her husband isn’t able to find a way to join them. She simply cannot live without him, even if it means returning to the chaos. Crossing every professional boundary, I held her, with tears running down her cheeks. I told her I’d pray for her family. I’d do everything I could to help. She kept whispering, “Inshallah. Inshallah.” If God wills it to be.

Community Garden Update

One of my vocab words this week is eleemosynary, which means relating to charity. The root comes from eleos — or pity. The wordsmiths got this one wrong. Charity isn’t about pity or sorrow. It is about the joy of helping those in need and making both lives a bit better in the process. There need not be pity in charity, but there must be kindness, hope and love.  I most certainly do not pity this family. Instead, I am quite hopeful the will once again be whole and be so here, in the relative security of America.

Inshallah.

~K

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17 Responses

  1. Amazing post today. Simply, amazing.

  2. I’ve been reading your blog for about a year. It is ok with me if you are not always the happy, positive person you would always like to be. It is ok to be human, to have questions and ask them, to get angry and show it, to doubt and to re-find faith, grace, appreciation. I appreciate your honest posts.

  3. What a thought provoking post. I take so much for granted, and your writing reminds me that I have so much to be grateful for. I forget to focus on all the good in life sometimes. I’m very careful what I pray for….I think God has a sense of humor and may just give me what I asked for, but not in the way I intended 🙂 (OK, I do pray for a cure for diabetes every day, sometimes multiple times) While I’m in no hurry, it will be interesting to get to heaven and finally know the why or why not of things. Or maybe we won’t care at that point?

  4. Debbie June 24, 2009

    Don’t worry about crossing a professional boundary. With more than 30 years experience in the mental health field, I can tell you that there are times when what you did is the appropriate and right thing to do. You will just know when it is right. What you did was to validate what she was feeling and share her human emotion and was probably what she needed most from you at that time. You gave her hope and comfort. You must do a lot of good for many people through your work.

  5. Beautiful post.

  6. I am so inspired by your work and all you post. And missed reading you this week. Thank you for sharing! It reminds me to be thankful for my many blessings. God is good.

  7. Bless that poor woman and her family; I hope they’re all together again soon (and safe).

    You are so right, Kelli, about patience and truly feeling the joys of giving.

  8. As usual your posts bring such a wave of some emotion through me. Tears, joy, peace. Keep up the good work. There need to be more like you in this world.

  9. You live it, Kelli.

  10. Sometimes those professional boundaries must be crossed, and I am so glad you were able to share that moment with her. I too have held someone as they cried, and have cried right along with them. And it made me stronger…

    I simply LOVE your blog…please keep sharing your thoughts with us, Kelli. And as always, you are an inspiration to me in so many ways.

  11. Most of time I find out, doing the charity I’m able to do, that this little gesture it’s far more important to me than to the recipient…..

  12. You walk the walk. Sometimes we don’t realize how fortunate we are to live in this country, do we? Others are waiting to get in here. Prayers for your friends in need.

  13. Inshallah, indeed. What a beautiful post. You are such a gifted writer.

  14. Beautiful post, beautiful woman, beautiful You. Hugs, whether professiona;l or not are just the right thing some times. You motivate, confirm, comfort and teach. You make people smile, laugh, cry and want to be even better than they already are. It is very good to have you back Dear One.

  15. Remember in the movie “As good as it gets” when Jack Nicholson tells Helen Hunt, “You make me want to be a better person”? That’s how this made me feel. Bless you you for that.

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