Today, I sat with the sweetest little Indian women whom I call Amma. When I asked her to sit with me she was a little thrown off because normally the women dont sit with guest, they are considered low and normally eat after everyone leaves the table.
She hesitantly sat at the other end of the table and just stared at me intensely as I waited for her to finish.
After I asked her to sit with me on the couch and I asked her simple questions about her day and family. She gave me short answers and told me everything in her family was great. She asked me lots of questions about myself.
I shared a little of my testimony and that’s when the shift happened. She completely relaxed and shared with me all of the things she was currently walking through. She expressed the hurt being an Indian women brought and how her and her husband have not spoken for very long and currently live in different parts of the country.
I thought to myself, wow God, I am an afro Latina women, who is sitting in hydrobad India, pouring into an Indian women who finds my joy fascinating.
Out of the entire interaction what I remembered the most is the way she looked at me. She watched my face as if I had a giant spider on it. She saw how Holy spirit allowed me to take notice of her. She watched as I smiled constantly when I called her beautiful. She watched as I leaned into her when we spoke. I got to be the face of the fathers love for her.
Who do you look like? Also who’s watching you?
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