Saturday
Mar312007
oily hair and sticky shoes
pausing a moment in my life to cook and serve meals for sixty homeless people. rain pouring steadily outside while all that is good and gentle in heart seemed to bloom into every face in the large, functional kitchen. filling one more plate, filling one more soul. for it is true what they say. the smallest, homeliest tasks get beautified if loving hands do them. and the more you give, the more you receive.
but what I didn't expect. that I would leave with oily hair, sticky shoes and empty hands. yet with a heart overflowing with love, selfless and indescribably easy. shaping my worldview, defining empathy. love that grows deep inside. love that transcends circumstances. love that heals.
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