Today on a bus in Vietnam, I passed by a man who was literally walking on his hands because his legs were so atrophied and underdeveloped all they did was fold over his shoulders.
My chest immediately caved in. I don't know if I have ever experienced such heart ache at a moments notice.
The first thing that always comes to my mind in those situations is, "he wouldn't be in this situation if he were born somewhere else".
How narrow my view of God's blessing once was…
This time was different.
He wasn't begging. He was moving forward.
It doesn't matter what country he was born in. He is beloved by His Heavenly Father just as he is.
There are no qualifiers for how we are loved. Our station in life or physical condition is not dependent on how we can be blessed or how we can bless others.
Race, nationality, vocation, bank account, sinful past (hidden or discovered) or political affiliation (or lack thereof): none of it affects others like our WALK.
It's not about what we have gained or lacked in life, but about what we have at any given moment.
Just seeing him on a street, moving under the strength he DOES have moved my Spirit in a powerful way I can't even accurately express.
All I can say is he blessed me.
When was the last time we inspired someone to realize exactly how crazy God's love is by just walking down the street?
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