no words needed

the 2 weeks or so have been a little on the stressful side for me. so many unexpected and some days unwanted responsibiblites, he uses this though, i am finding to purify my heart and thoughts, so i am trying to say more please, "bring it on", whatever to make me what you want me to be. today i feel that i might be looking at the other side of it.

now to my new friend: across the street from where i live there is a IDP family squatting in an abandoned property, VERY common. there are some children in this family, in the night you can hear the youngest crying before bed. i have given candy and tried to talk in my broken arabic. but yesterday, the little girl who i shared a book with the other day came running over when i pulled up. it was so sweet, she wanted to talk and looked at me yearning to share, her eyes smiling and face excited, but could not.

language is the heartbeat of a people, no doubt, but in this case it was not necissary. there was no feeling of i want something from you whether it be money, candy, clothes, food. just I want you, your time, your attention, your smile, just you. moments like that while they are fleeting and short are what make weeks of yuck, twisting, challenge, conviction, strain, stress and sleeplessness worth it all.