I WAS TELLING MY MOM THE OTHER DAY ABOUT THE PEOPLE WHO WORK OUT AT THE GYM I ATTEND, WHO DON'T KNOW HOW TO WORK OUT. ONE PARTICULAR LADY STOOD OUT IN MY MIND. SHE IS OLDER AND SHE CARRIES A FULLY OPENED NEWSPAPER AND GOES MACHINE TO MACHINE DOING THEM ALL. SHE WEARS BLACK SHORTS PULLED UP UNDER HER BREASTS AND BLACK SOCKS AND WHITE TENNIS SHOES. AFTER THE CONVERSATION WITH MY MOM, I WENT TO WORK OUT AND THERE SHE WAS. ONLY THIS TIME SHE WAS WALKING ON THE TRACK. I COULD SEE HER FULLY NOW, NOT HIDING BEHIND A MACHINE OR A NEWSPAPER. SOME DISEASE HAS DEFORMED HER BODY. SHE HAS A SPINE RESEMBLING SCOLIOSIS AND HER LIMBS ARE ALL CROOKED AND SWING WHEN SHE WALKS. HER FACE WAS WHAT CAUGHT MY BREATH THOUGH. IT WAS REDDENED AND WET WITH SWEAT AND PAIN WAS WRITTEN ON EVERY LINE. GOD WAS SPEAKING TO ME. SHE WORKS THRU THE PAIN. AND THOUGH SHE IS STRONG ENOUGH TO WORK THRU THE PAIN, SHE IS SELF CONSCIOUS. SHE USES THAT NEWSPAPER TO HIDE. TO HIDE FROM PEOPLE LIKE ME, WITH LAUGHING EYES. I REPENT OF THIS SIN, TO THE ONE WHO CREATED THIS BRAVE LADY. THE ONE WHOSE IMAGE SHE BEARS. WOULD I WORK THRU THE PAIN?
HOW MUCH GOD CAN TEACH US THRU EVEN CROOKED OLD LADIES. PRAISE HE WHO FORGIVES.
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