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the other day, on the bus, i stood near a precious, elderly mongolian grandma. she sat in her seat...holding her prayer beads...she never stopped rolling them in her hands...repeating the mantra that she hoped would accomplish something for her or her loved ones. i stood behind her just watching...and i noticed that rubbing those beads between her thumb and forefinger had actually worn a GROOVE into her finger...i'm saying there was an actual, physical deformity in her hand due to the infinite number of times...the immense amount of her life she has spent endlessly spinning those beads and repeating the same sentence over and over and over and...
that's perspective! those are the moments when the fog of little annoyances and inconveniences lifts and clarity comes. this is why we're here...to lead her to the One who can set her free from the need to keep spinning the beads...to help her realize that if she stops...it will be ok...she can trust the Creator of the Universe to take care of it for her...and she can sit in peace...sleep in peace...LIVE in peace...
perspective.
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I'm savoring that whole thing. It reminds me very much of going to a temple in Ayuttayah, Thailand, and seeing a preschool field trip to take tiny Thai girls in their matching pink uniforms to learn to properly bow and pray before the luxe gilded idols of their religion.
It is heartbreaking, but there is hope. It's quite beautiful. Happy weekend, friends.
T
1 comment:
Thanks for posting this. We all need to be reminded of perspective!
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