Detained

One month ago today, I was detained. It was the worst experience of my life. While I was laying on that awfully dirty bed, shaking from vehement crying, I decided to be a lawyer and speak up for those who can't speak up for themselves. I have long since redacted that decision, but I am still burned up that I was imprisoned for doing nothing.
Everyone in prison always says they are innocent, of course, so it is hard to be believed. I was detained for not having a visa. England thought I was going to try to remain illegally in her country and she didn´t want me to stay. So instead of allowing me to stay the night in the airport, on which I insisted, she detained me. Like a cow or something. I was one of to females in the facility, the only America, the only, white person, and by a longshot, the only blonde. It was a most horrific experience, of which I fear many of the employees at the center were embarrassed and ashamed. To detain a Nigerian man who was penniliess and jobless is one thing, but to detain and young American girls visiting church friends is a whole universe of difference.
I will not go through the step-by-step process of the entire happening, but I will relate some thoughts. First of all, I was laying in that yucky bed wondering what the hell I was going to with myself when I retuned home. (And I don't sware, so using "hell" indicates that I was really wondering.) Going back to college was out of the question because the semester had already begun. Sure, I could get a job, but where, and who would hire me? Should I travel somewhere else for work, visit a different friend. All that was going through my head when suddenly popped in, "Well, at least you'll be there when Magnus visits." I laughed myself as hard as possible in that situation. I had never given him a second thought before, and still I haven't. Magnus? I just wonder sometimes where thoughts come from, like Magnus? I have had it a few times before when it is almost like someone whispers something into my ear, like a particular thought doesn't even come from my head. This was one of those times. Ironically of course, if he does come, I probably won't be here because I am leaving again.
Then of course, I thought about that verse in John that says "for this purpose you came to this hour." I was praying so hard that I wouldn't just wish myself out of the situation, because that was of course my tendency. All I wanted to do was get on that plane and go home. But I knew I had to get through the situation. I could get by by the skin on my teeth, but isn't is more valuable to gain something from life's situation? That is what I was thinking of, and even though I was anxious every moment I was there, I think I was able to be more restful in God.