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While
Tía spoke about saving young girls—her niñas, she
called them—from deportation, Naomi understood a little about what she had
agreed to and her heartbeat slowed. Her thoughts drifted to the letter
from her uncle and her plans to find him once she had arrived safely in America .
She placed her free hand in her skirt pocket and felt the letter’s edge, worn
rough from her family’s continual folding and unfolding of this breath of
freedom from across the ocean. She could not remember a time before the letter
from her tío for
his description of the bright promise of America had given her family hope.
Whenever life became bitter and difficult, her parents would pull it out and
read it to the family. Then they would commit to each other, “Next year in America !” instead of the customary “Next year in
Jerusalem !” as
every Jew says at the end of the Passover meal. For, to them, America was the promised
land. Naomi fingered the letter’s edge and silently promised, I
will find you, mi tío. I
will find you as soon I am able.
Tía
continued to talk while she dragged Naomi through the vestibule. The girl
stumbled, righted herself, and noticed the parlor on her left. When Tía stopped
to put her mail on the sideboard, Naomi looked around. No
one would ever suspect that a house so unkempt on the outside had such
comfortable furnishings within. She wondered
at the absurdity of her looking at the place and thinking as she had, rather
than trying to find a way to flee, and reminded herself that although she was
in America ;
nothing had changed.
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Observation~~~~~~~~~~~~
Today
we see Naomi’s situation through her eyes, as she realizes the sad truth that
nothing has changed. Whether this is really true or not, does not matter. For
as we believe we are, and we continue in that belief until something within us
changes thereby allowing us to own a new reality.
Friends, helpers, or even family members may try to
assist with our changing perceptions, or help us reground ourselves. If you wonder why many chose to get involved, the reasons are as
varied as the colors of the rainbow. However, it is sufficed to say that if the
rainbow colors they speak of are theirs you might not end up living the life
you ought.
The
truth that I learned many years ago and continue to relearn when difficult
situations occur is that no one can fix what we are going through. As
much as they wish us well, they can, however, impede our learning what we need to so that
we can move on.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Reflection~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Who
can you go to that will love and not judge you?
Must others
believe that your truth is true before you will feel valued?
What
can you tell yourself that will allow you to own your own reality?
Although
I do not know how you will respond to the questions posted today, here is a Scripture that helped me on my way. I hope it will speak to your
heart as they did mine.
When
I read, Matthew 6:33 But seek first his
kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as
well, I discovered that there was someone I could rely on who had already
given me what I needed.
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