I found myself looking out the window this morning, taking in all of my surroundings, and I couldn’t help but smile.
I saw a mama carrying her baby on her back with a piece of material.
I looked across the street and a lady was bent over a black bucket, washing her clothes as the sun beat down on her.
A chicken was rummaging through the pile of garbage that was sitting on the corner.
Laundry hung from the fence to dry.
Ladies walked by with buckets on their heads full of different items.
A lady was sifting her rice checking for rocks and then transferring the rice into a bucket to soak.
Little kids were running up and down the rocky dirt road without shoes.
Then, I saw him. A little boy running in the street with a toy he had made. He had taken a tire and two sticks with a bottle of some kind inside the tire to make it spin on the sticks. He was having the time of his life. He was chasing the tire, running carefree, and smiling from ear to ear.
Then, he fell, and everything changed. He began to cry out for help and sob. He laid on the ground for some time, and then, someone came and picked him up. After a few minutes of comforting, he was okay and turned right back into that joyful smiling kid.
As I watched all of this unfold before me, it made me wonder…how often do we let Jesus pick us up when we are hurting?
When we face trials, temptations, hurt, loss, and everything else this world throws at us, who do we run to? Do we dwell on the hurt and focus on what is happening, or do we lift our eyes to Jesus?
