The Foreigners Among You

To harm someone who had nobody
is not just cruelty—
it is desecration.
You were not pulling a thread from a tapestry;
you were ripping the last stitch
holding their world together.

Know this: every foreigner carries a story.
Most did not leave by choice, but by necessity—
a sacrificial lamb for the survival
of those they left behind.
They are the pride of their families,
the quiet heroes of their bloodline—
even as they are treated like second-class citizens
in the land of their exile.

“And if a stranger sojourn with thee in your land, ye shall not vex him. But the stranger that dwelleth with you shall be unto you as one born among you, and thou shalt love him as thyself; for ye were strangers in the land of Egypt: I am the Lord your God.”
- Leviticus 19:33-34

Meet me as me

If You are real, then be real here.
Not just in silence or stars,
but in the breath I struggle to catch,
in the needs I cannot transcend,
in the weight that does not lift.

I do not ask to be spared the burden.
I ask that You shoulder it with me.
That You lift my body as You lift my soul.
That Your holiness become a presence I can lean on,
when I can no longer rise on my own.

Let Your compassion take form—
in rest that finds me,
in paths that open,
in help that arrives before the breaking point.

Meet me where I am.
In the ache. In the uncertainty.
In this fragile, sacred life.
In the mess. In the ache.
In the daily struggle.

In this world.
Meet me… as me.