Every day I gun it to my son’s school, just so I can watch a woman with a limp walk down the sidewalk, across the street, and up the hill.
It’s fascinating.
It causes me to inch too close to the vehicle in front of me, or lag behind and leave gaping spaces between. Depends on the day and how long it takes for the car behind me to honk.
About the time I turn the corner, she’s walking around the one across the street. Her right leg has a bend in it that has to have been there since birth. I haven’t noticed any scarring, so I’d say she’s never had surgery.
So why does this woman fascinate me?
Oh I forgot to tell you, it’s not her alone; she’s walking with her husband and her little girl who’s in kindergarten. I know this because of the building they walk her to. (I’ve had experience in stalking.)
Their appearance shows they’re not wealthy. And if it wasn’t for her limp, I’d have never noticed them. I’d probably be watching the woman who wears the exact same pajamas to walk her kid to school in every day. I’m not kidding. The same ones. Every. Single. Day.
They swing around the corner, the little girl holding on to her daddy’s left hand, while he holds his wife’s in his right.
There’s something about that, that touches me. He doesn’t really walk any slower, in fact sometimes I giggle as I watch the little girl try to keep up, her Dora backpack bouncing around behind her, it’s literally as big as she is.
He doesn’t seem to feel sorry for his wife, he hasn’t enabled her by bringing their child to school and allowing her to stay home. Who knows? Maybe she’s a fighter and begs to walk the distance. It’s a stretch to walk.
He holds her hand, and they fall into step together. I love it. I can’t explain it any better than I have. Other than it reminds me a lot of how I see myself with God.
No, I don’t picture him in black work pants and a sleeveless shirt. In fact, I never see Him in worn workboots or tattooed. Scarred, in riding boots–awaiting the day He can jump on His horse and rescue me, yes. A robe. Absolutely.
See, I have a limp, too. A spiritual limp.
I’ve had it from birth. One day, I’ll have surgery and it’ll be perfected.
Some days I don’t want to go out of the house. I don’t want to be seen. Some days, I don’t want my weakness to slow me down from the journey before me.
But my Husband, He takes my hand, and He walks beside me. We walk around the corner, across the street, and up the hill. We do it every day. I trust Him to go the distance with me.
He’s never impatient, angry, or annoyed.
He simply strolls beside me. Holding my hand, occasionally squeezing it. Letting me know, He’s able to catch me if I stumble.
I love watching that woman with the limp. It reminds me of me. It reminds me, when I don’t think I have a single step left, I do. It may not be an even step, probably won’t be.
But I’ll be moving forward.
How about you?
“Then great multitudes came to Him, having with them the lame, blind, mute, maimed, and many others; and they laid them down at Jesus’ feet, and He healed them.” Matthew 15:30
I love this! Beautiful.
That was lovely! Great insight Jessica.
Your beautiful description allowed me to sit in the line of cars watching her limp, too. Touching insight. Much needed reminder. I love our Savior who loves the lame. 🙂
Beautiful! I'm limping along right behind you.
Yeah, I have a spiritual limp, too.
In need of major surgery.
This is a cool post.
~ Wendy
Jessica, I've got goose bumps from reading this!We are so blessed that even with our spiritual limps, He still loves us.
That's my heart, Jessica…just one more step, keep moving forward. Somedays it may take all we have to keep facing forward and not look back, other days it may be a leap, but He's got us. Beautiful post.
This post reminds me of that old Footprints in the Sand poem. It's beautiful Jess! What a great reminder to cling to the hand that holds us all up.
Oh this was wonderful! I can picture this family and then I can picture how GOd takes my hand. Beautiful!!! One of your best:) Again!
My beautiful niece walks with a limp due to a defect at birth with one leg being shorter than the other. Every time I walk with her, my steps are slower so she can keep up, but that allows me to cherish the quality time we share and to see life from her point of view. A valuable lesson.
I too have a spiritual limp and I'm so thankful God doesn't enable me, but He ables me to lean on Him for support.
Beautiful post, Jessica!
Beautiful post! I have no other words…so I think I'll settle for reading it again. 🙂
Good morning, and thanks, everyone!
This morning, I missed the couple. Probably due to rain, but I did see the lady with the same jammies on.
It wasn't the same.
Have a blessed day, ya'll!
Instead of surgery, I'll bet he gives you a whole new body. *grin*
What a romantic thing to see everyday! Thank you for sharing about that family.
This is absolutely beautiful, Jessica! You sure have a way with words. Thanks for sharing this.
What a beautiful post, Jesse, and an important reminder of how we all have those spiritual limps. I sure do and am so grateful for a Father who loves me in spite of it–or perhaps because of it.
Great post.
What a sweet comparison! Love this. Definitely gives us something to think about. Happy Wednesday!
Beautiful post, Jessica. You have the gift of seeing God's grace in the people and things surrounding you.
Fantastic post, Jessica! We definitely walk with that spiritual limp, don't we?! It's good to be reminded of it too, that way we won't become proud of our progress. Our focus will be on the One who is right by our side – helping us with each step of the journey while we await the 'surgery' that will leave us whole! Hugs and blessings!
This one laid on my heart, Jessica.
Loved it.
Yep, I have a spiritual limp too. And I know just the surgeon…
Great post, Jessica!
I would love to say something clever and appropriate, but I can't. I'm just moved. This is beautiful, poetic. Thanks for sharing it! I needed it!
Beautiful post Jessica. Well said.
Wow, Jessica. Incredible. That's all I can of to say at this moment.
What a beautiful way to look at our weaknesses. Thanks!
Most. Beautiful. Post. Ever. I actually teared up on this one. Thank you from a deeper part of my heart than you will ever know.
Beautiful post, Jessica. Amazing thoughts on accepting our weaknesses.
Lovely reminder of God walking besides us no matter what! Thanks for the encouragement you bring, such a loving Father we have, huh?
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