She walked down the median between the six lane road. One hand proudly carried a plastic flower and the other held a grocery bag over her shoulder like a purse. Clothes hung loosely on her body. She didn't cross at the light, but kept walking down the median.
The woman might have been around 50-something, it was hard to tell. But as I stopped at the light in the turn lane next to her, she smiled and nodded. All the way down she was smiling and her lips moved to some unheard song.
It gave me an unpleasant feeling, as if something was terribly wrong. Or was it?
Was she crazy? Was it some kind of experiment? Why did a smiling stranger seem strange? Could it be she was happy with her world and with herself?
"Walk while you have the light." John 12:35
When people look at me, do they see me walking in the joy of my soul? Do my lips move to the words of my God? Am I happy with the world God has given me?
Oh my, what lessons learned from a stranger who loved her plastic flower.
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