Even more
16th March 2002
sitting in the entrance of the drs. waiting room. a woman walked past holding a baby, she was tall and thin and sort of shapeless. she looked awkward, with herself and with the world. it nearly made me cry, not sure why. she looked too afraid, too uncomfortable to be a mother. wondered what the child would be like. strange, it seemed her physical shape that bothered me so much. sat watching people going about their lives outside. seemed futile and sad. wonder what God thinks/feels. its like they/we never look up, always so concerned with ourselves, our lives, our current situation, when its only the eternal things that have real significance. do i look any different? am i really concerned about anything other than myself, my little world?
sitting in the entrance of the drs. waiting room. a woman walked past holding a baby, she was tall and thin and sort of shapeless. she looked awkward, with herself and with the world. it nearly made me cry, not sure why. she looked too afraid, too uncomfortable to be a mother. wondered what the child would be like. strange, it seemed her physical shape that bothered me so much. sat watching people going about their lives outside. seemed futile and sad. wonder what God thinks/feels. its like they/we never look up, always so concerned with ourselves, our lives, our current situation, when its only the eternal things that have real significance. do i look any different? am i really concerned about anything other than myself, my little world?
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