To be honest, I wasn’t going to write about my time in Greece. The month of July in Greece was one of my favorite months so far but also the hardest when it came to leaving. There are many things I can’t explain but I know that’s ok. The refugees have a huge place in my heart now. Most of the refugees are just like you and me. Because they were able to afford to leave their country, many refugees are at least our version of what we’d call “middle class”. I ask for you to put yourself in their position just for second.
Imagine if you had to flee from the United States because if you chose to stay… you’d probably be killed. So you flee to another country. However even before arriving to a new country that will allow you to come in, you’ve seen disaster, death, despair, and more while on the journey. But now you’re finally on new land. Yet now you’re in a refugee camp of 1,500 people with only a few sinks and toilets, surrounded by outbreaks of stabbings and fights because when your environment is rough your mind starts to react in a negative way. And if you’re not in a camp, you’re probably living in a public park where you move constantly because officials ask you to leave almost every week. Just think, the refugees are just like you and me! They also were used to their lovely homes and lives. These refugees know the good life, they know what that is.
Yes, the enemy is out there but that is not for me to worry about. The enemy is everywhere. But I know I have to take my part and act in it. This is nothing political for me – there’s plenty of people and mouths who take care of that. I’m just a human who sees another human in need. That human who could use a smile, a listening ear, and some truth that comes from the One who’s engraved them on the palm of His hands.
That is all I have to say. I know everyone has their own views and opinions on the refugees and the war. And that’s ok with me. I just ask you to put yourself in their place to maybe understand more. It can happen to any of us – America is not the exception.
Although I was not happy at all to leave Greece and the people, God told me something I needed to hear. He asked me if I thought I was greater than Him. That if I had more doubt in Him and His power and more faith in my own self and actions. He reminded me that I came to Greece with His Holy Spirit and it didn’t leave after I did. So am I greater than Him? No. God is still there and the situation is STILL in His hands! The Spirit still dwells in those places I was in and around the people I now call “friends”. I’m certain of this.
Thank you for reading this blog and hearing where my heart is right now. Please pray for Greece, the camps, and the refugees that are around the World.
