I gave her back the receipt book. She put it away as I said “I’ll see you next time.” She stepped to the side, put her right hand on the counter and said, “I asked myself, what would I tell my daughter?”
She was referring to John.
I was sitting outside talking to her husband Steven. As he went inside, John came hobbling down the side walk. He told me about his kidney failure and how he had gotten beat up the night before. He asked me if I could give him a ride. I told him yes at the beginning because he looked sober and in a lot of pain. I asked if I could pray for him and he let me. A couple of times I glanced through the glass window and saw Barbra intently watching my interaction with John. After I prayed I went inside and told her what had transpired.
We decided to call a taxi and split the cost so John could get where he wanted to go.
I responded to her by saying, “Yeah, sometimes I think I’m invisible and that nothing bad would happen to me. Maybe it’s because I grew up an only child or because I’m adventurous. I don’t know.”
She responded with, “I think it was just the mom in me. What would I tell my daughter?”
I said with a smile, “Well thank you for your mother’s heart. I know sometimes I need to listen to that instead of doing things for strangers. So, thank you. See you next time.”
“Thank you for coming in. See you next time.” She said from her quiet, gentile and soft 4’9″ frame.
I looked up as the grocery cart they were riding in turned the corner. Standing next to the apples I very briefly watched a boy and girl suck and lick loudly on their suckers. “Are they twins? They look like the same age and very alike. They must be twins.” I thought.
“Hey…sit in your seats.” Said their mother as she completed turning the corner. “Do I need to buckle you in?” “Yes!” they replied simultaneously as their suckers rolled around in their mouths.
I chuckled out loud and said “Well hey, they’re honest.” The mom replied, “Yeah, honesty is the best policy.” As she chuckled herself, snapping the little belt buckles on the grocery cart.
we shout to you “wake up, come out of your slumber!”
you show us that you are already awake
your singing has never stopped
your shouts of joy have never ceased
in pain, in trial, in conflict
your voice shouts the greatest of all
it brings more life to the world than water to the earth
you sing you us
we stand changed
now we have come alive
through the life in your lungs
that flows out of your heart
into the stoney parts of ours we had a moment before
we want to tell you who you are
you sing it back to us
we came to give
we receive more when you smile
you have much more to show us
will we ask?
you have much more to offer
will we receive?
you have much more life to sing
will we breathe it in?
written: in mozambique
every moment is a choice
perfect love comes from a voice
will you enter?
entering costs everything in the moment
but as you step through the threshold
everything turns into nothing
and there you are
you’re lost but found
slave but free
lost because in order for others to find you they must enter love too
slave because your experience with freedom has bound you to sacrifice for love
love is a voice
can you hear him calling?
love sets the captives free
it makes the wounded the healed
so the healed can love the wounded
it beckons our beings into a life of freedom we never knew existed
until we entered
love is a voice
it shouts into the dark with a whisper
brining forth it’s light
like walking into a dark house
and turning on a lamp
revealing everything as it actually is
joy by the window sill
comfort on the stairway
friendship in the kitchen
love is meant to be inside of a house
that house is you and me
will you enter into his voice?