Five Minute Friday: Crowd

Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.

We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not.

Got five minutes? Come and write with us; it’s the best kind of free therapy.

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in. Find out how over here.
3. And don’t forget to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.

CROWD

Go.

There are always people.  ALWAYS. Our "little" town overflows with nationals & vazah (foreigners).  No matter where you go, even at home...someone is always there.  Guards for our safety, friends stopping by, curious onlookers because they know a foreigner lives there, and usually someone stopping by in need of "help".  The crowd can feel claustrophobic at times & the noise deafening.
It's not easy to forget why we are here.  The crowd can be overwhelming.  The poverty heartbreaking.  The lostness crushing.

But He always found the one didn't He?  The seeker.  The one person in the midst of all the chaos.  The woman who needed healing.  The child who was dying.  The boy that had his lunch to offer.  The list could continue.

Praying that I remember to see the people instead of the crowd, to look into eyes instead of observing the masses, to make contact with the depths of a person instead of passing them by...

Stop.