“We will sing for joy over your victory, and in the name of our God we will set up our banners. May the Lord fulfill all your petitions.” – Psalm 20:25
This has been a banner week in the lives of some of our refugee friends. As I have mentioned, it’s been hard to know how to invest – where to invest – when to invest – here in Clarkston since we moved. We have dipped our toes into relationships with new refugee friends, but we’ve certainly not hurled ourselves headlong into anything.
God isn’t bound by our mediocre efforts, though! He is the Father to the fatherless, the defender of the orphan and the widow. Sometimes, He lets us participate. When we do, we are blown away by His goodness to those who live in a state of profound vulnerability.
Sunday, we visited three families here. Anyone who has visited with friends from other nations knows that three families in one afternoon is a miracle in itself. Most 10-minute conversations easily stretch to 2 hours of interaction and hospitality (on their part). There’s no such thing as “quick.” But God multiplied our meager time.
God provided for the first family we visited by opening up a space at an adult literacy program, Mommy & Me, after registration had already happened. These African friends have been here only two months. The dad is brilliantly pursuing growth and life for his family (wife and four small children) through his study of English and through his job on the night shift at the poultry processing plant. His wife is working hard taking care of their children in this hot, humid, very confusing new place. Her English is not strong, and we are thrilled that she will have the opportunity to experience 9 hours a week of instruction while her two preschoolers are enjoying a pre-school class of their own. What a gift – language instruction by masters’ level teachers, community, childcare…all within walking distance of their apartment for only $10 per month. God is so good!
He provided for another friend with a job! Amazingly long story, but this gentleman was a “random” connection in a parking lot on a day in March. He had just arrived in the U.S. at that point, and he was overflowing with enthusiasm to work, pride in the 6 languages he speaks, and tales of the life he left in Djibouti. His wife and three of his children are still there, but he is here with his oldest son, blazing a trail. We very randomly ran into him again a few weeks ago. At that point, he was discouraged by his lack of employment and by the prospect of keeping his 13-year-old son safe in the harsh environment he’d encountered. That night, some friends joined us in praying for a job for him. Very miraculously, our kind Father provided him a job that pays more than minimum wage. And, his work hours are during the day, which is so good for his son. We met with this African friend Sunday, and yesterday God secured a job for him. How sweet!
Finally, God has provided restoration and redemption for a widow and her two children who we’ve known for three years. We met her the night she arrived here. She was quickly overwhelmed to the point of illness and hospitalization. When we visited over the weekend, she proudly, laughingly served us food and coffee in her clean apartment. She adeptly holds a job and provides for her two school-aged children in a way that showcases God’s ability to uphold the widow and care for the orphan. He has not let her falter. She is being redeemed.
I’m so humbled. We are so inconsistent and poor in our efforts to love His wounded children. This is because we are wounded ourselves. He is so gracious to pursue all of us with His grace. He allows us to glimpse His tangible power when we fellowship with the apple of His eye – the vulnerable ones who quietly face giant obstacles with faith and resolute determination, even when all of life seems daunting and overwhelming. What a gift to watch Him delight to do what He does best – to redeem.
Please join us in praying for these and other friends as they do the hard work of adjusting to life in the United States.
Karen, I love reading your blog, too! I will keep the refugees in Georgia and at my home church in Grand Rapids in my thoughts and prayers. Your words are needed reminder about both how hard the task is to immigrate to the U.S. and how tenderly God cares for the powerless. How fun to learn about each other’s lives through our writing.
Thank you, Lindsay! I really am enjoying yours, too. It is remarkable that we can know each other’s stories this way, isn’t it? Hope it’s a great weekend!