I guess I don’t even know where to start, really. I’m sitting here, staring at the computer screen, thinking of what I should say and comparing it to what I could say - it’s endless.
Yesterday Drew, Scott and I went to Hawkins Street. I really didn’t know what to expect, to be honest. There were also a few others who helped out while the barbequing was taking place, which was and still is an amazing blessing.
And here I go.
I had one of those moments yesterday - a vivid moment. I have very few of those in my life, but when I do have them, they are unforgettable. I think you know which ones I am talking about. You remember what the day was like, the weather, the temperature, what you were wearing, what sounds were happening after and during certain conversations - it goes down to the very last detail. I think it’s a collective striking of the heart, mind and emotion, all in unison. God saying, “Wake up. You’re alive.”
I don’t think I will ever be able to forget Angel’s face. She lives off of Hawkins street and walks around with a one litre washed out chocolate milk jug filled with water. She has the most piercing stare, especially when asking, “Where are you going?” as I was walk away from her.
She also has a heart breaking voice when she asks, “Are you coming back next week?”
wake up, you’re alive.
- Ash.
Yesterday Drew, Scott and I went to Hawkins Street. I really didn’t know what to expect, to be honest. There were also a few others who helped out while the barbequing was taking place, which was and still is an amazing blessing.
And here I go.
I had one of those moments yesterday - a vivid moment. I have very few of those in my life, but when I do have them, they are unforgettable. I think you know which ones I am talking about. You remember what the day was like, the weather, the temperature, what you were wearing, what sounds were happening after and during certain conversations - it goes down to the very last detail. I think it’s a collective striking of the heart, mind and emotion, all in unison. God saying, “Wake up. You’re alive.”
I don’t think I will ever be able to forget Angel’s face. She lives off of Hawkins street and walks around with a one litre washed out chocolate milk jug filled with water. She has the most piercing stare, especially when asking, “Where are you going?” as I was walk away from her.
She also has a heart breaking voice when she asks, “Are you coming back next week?”
wake up, you’re alive.
- Ash.
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