Her hand is heavy as it lands on my shoulder. I look around
to see her smiling face. She greets me with Xin Chau Heat Her! I can’t help but
smile under the weight of her hand. Her hands are so heavy. As I look at her
life I learn. Her hands have come down
heavy on small boys bottoms. Her hands have been heavy laden in the rice fields
for days on end. Her hands are heavy holding her son’s sleeping body. Her hands
have grown heavy as they picked chom chom. Her hands are heavy as they prepare
kilo after kilo of rice. Her hands are heavy on her husbands back encouraging
and comforting him. Her hands are heavy with the father’s love. Her hands are
heavy with a desire to share joy with the people around her. Her hands are so
heavy.
to see her smiling face. She greets me with Xin Chau Heat Her! I can’t help but
smile under the weight of her hand. Her hands are so heavy. As I look at her
life I learn. Her hands have come down
heavy on small boys bottoms. Her hands have been heavy laden in the rice fields
for days on end. Her hands are heavy holding her son’s sleeping body. Her hands
have grown heavy as they picked chom chom. Her hands are heavy as they prepare
kilo after kilo of rice. Her hands are heavy on her husbands back encouraging
and comforting him. Her hands are heavy with the father’s love. Her hands are
heavy with a desire to share joy with the people around her. Her hands are so
heavy.
The first few days I was here I was shocked by the heaviness
of Sen’s hands. I almost winced every time she slapped my back. Having been
here for a while I have come to appreciate the absolute love that resides in
those hands. I have come to anxiously await her arrival when her heavy hand
will land yet again on my shoulder- encouraging, loving, radiating joy. I find
myself praying that my hands can portray so much love, encourage those around
me to greatness and exude a joy that changes lives.
