Last week, I moved house, and as I was taking my bags out of the main gate of my apartment block, a little old Chinese lady entered the complex at the same time.
She was very old, and I noticed that her feet were bound. The sexist practice of binding feet disappeared from China nearly a 150 years ago, but on rare occasions, you can still see the remains of this ancient practice.
I saw the old woman with bound feet going for the stairs, so I dropped my bag and took her elbow. I steadied her and carried her bag of vegetables to the top floor. She stopped half way for a breath and seemed surprised that I was still holding onto her.
When I reached her door, she put her arms around me and hugged me tight. I melted. I prayed for her and kissed her on the head. She had tears in her eyes, as if to say, “No one has ever helped me before. No one even sees me.”
I wondered if she lived alone, and hoped that in some way, Jesus had touched her heart in that little moment. She hobbled inside her home and was gone.
I had never seen her before. It’s amazing how we can get so caught up in our day to day activities without noticing those in our own neighborhood. I dont want that to happen any more. I want my eyes to be open to really see who God is placing in my path.
No more blinders. No more day to day. I simply want more God encounters and divine appointments.
Blog by JM, Within Reach Global staff.