Heart-Handicap
Today: overwhelmed and restless.
I took a twenty minute walk into the hills, away from everything, and sat.
A lady came along, walking a mentally handicapped woman up the hill. The latter kept grunting and having convulsions. They communicated in sign language. The caretaker was patient, and gentle, and so kind. I wanted to cry as I stared stupidly.
I thought to myself: I am heart-handicapped. My selfishness is like an ugly tumor enveloping my heart. It makes me grunt and go into convulsions. It puts a limp into my walk and a harshness in my tone. It hampers my communication.
Yet there is a God who walks up the hill with me. He is patient and kind, and his love, strangely enough, endures forever.
I took a twenty minute walk into the hills, away from everything, and sat.
A lady came along, walking a mentally handicapped woman up the hill. The latter kept grunting and having convulsions. They communicated in sign language. The caretaker was patient, and gentle, and so kind. I wanted to cry as I stared stupidly.
I thought to myself: I am heart-handicapped. My selfishness is like an ugly tumor enveloping my heart. It makes me grunt and go into convulsions. It puts a limp into my walk and a harshness in my tone. It hampers my communication.
Yet there is a God who walks up the hill with me. He is patient and kind, and his love, strangely enough, endures forever.
posted by Thais at 4:08 PM
2 Comments:
Indeed, this God is worthy
When you say "heart-handicap", est-ce-que tu veux dire que quand tu prends le bousse, tu souris en montrant tes belles dents?
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