Wishes…

Asheville was particularly beautiful yesterday.  I am not sure if it was because we went later in the day and the lighting was different…or because we got there after the parade crowd had dispersed and all was more calm.  Anyway, this on of my favorite shots that I took.  After looking at it more carefully later, I realized this picture speaks volumes about how I feel.  There is so much I want to do before I die.  Everyday is a gift.  Get up and use it the best you can.

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Young woman writes in chalk on large public chalkboard what she wants to do “Before she dies” as onlookers watch. Asheville, NC.  Photo by Becky Bishop

 

On my morning walk…

 I started on on my morning walk. As usual, I strapped my camera over my shoulder and took off. It crossed my mind….”God…you always show me something unique…something different”.  I love the surprise photos I get sometimes.  Some days it happens….some days it does not.

I walked along and after a little while I saw a man approaching me.  He seemed to pull something out of his pocket and I thought to myself that he was going to give me something.  It looked like a piece of paper.  As he passed by he asked if he could give me a gospel tract. I said sure.  He said “God loves you” and kept walking.  I smiled to myself as I flipped through the little tract.  I told God thank you that there was still people who were willing to share his love.

A little while down the path I saw writing in the dirt….”Jesus, Lord & King”.  Ahh! Here was my surprise!  I loved it.  I knew it must have been this gentlemen that took the time to bend down and write it.  His heart must be so full that he just can’t help but share.  Great…I got a few shots. (Will put that on facebook! lol)

A little while later….another writing in the dirt…”Jesus…”  I can’t remember exactly what else it said.

It had been an eventful walk.  8:00 in the morning.  Hardly anyone there and yet still God gave me little tidbits of himself.  I was so glad that I had made the choice to go.

I was nearing the end of my walk.  Not too much further to go.  Another gentlemen was approaching me.  Jacket and a cane. Then about 20 feet in front of me, he stopped and with his foot…starting rubbing at something on the dirt path. I thought “no!”…”oh surely he’s not”…..

He walked past me with a countenance of stiffness in his face. No smile. No kindness.

A few more feet and I would know if I was right.

I was.

He had rubbed out the name “Jesus”. My heart broke. I was so angry. I wanted to hate him. I couldn’t understand how someone could hate the very one that loved him and created him. But here’s the deal. They do. They hate him. I tried to pray for him instead. I don’t know if it mattered. I almost asked him what offended him so much but I didn’t dare.

So I’ll pray. But I am also thanking God that he allowed me to see this whole thing play out. I was there at the exact time it happened. There had to be a reason. Maybe it’s to write this. I don’t know.

I share with you a piece of that walk…this picture. I am glad I took it. I am sure it is not there anymore. I am glad God is.

Love,

Becky