
I walked with my neighbor this morning
It wasn’t planned
We just began walking at the same time
She speaks very little English
I speak no Philipino
But we walked
Laughing at ourselves
Struggling to help the other understand
She said she is sixty-two
Patting her knees she grimaced
Arthritis
Pointing to the cloudy sky she stammered
The rain is coming
When we reached her house
She pointed to the weeds
In her beautiful flower bed
Patted the small of her back
And I understood well
The pain pulling weeds entails
Stopping at her driveway
We hugged and waved good-by
Wishing each other well
Our walk together helped me realize
That speaking a different language
Or wearing a different skin color
Doesn’t make us different at all
We are all people
Created in God’s image
Our hearts beating the same language
All over the world
~Sandi
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So, I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to describe myself to you, and these are the words jumping up and down in my heart: I'm just a simple human being living in a complicated, messed-up world. I speak my mind. I love hard. My feelings run deep. When push comes to shove, I stand my ground. Sometimes I push back. Sometimes I walk away. I've surfed the crashing waves of life that threatened to destroy me only to make me stronger. I bear the scars of emotional rape, sadness, and depression. I've walked the golden streets of churches and religion only to be disappointed time and time again. And as a result, it's taken me seventy-five years to get where I'm sitting today; a sinner saved by grace through the blood of Jesus Christ. I fell at the cross. I repented of my sins, and Jesus saved and washed me clean. I still fall flat on my face. I still get dirty as a pig in a mudhole. And Jesus still picks me up, dries my tears, forgives me again and again, and continues walking close beside me. No one has ever loved me like that. And no one ever will.
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