During a prayer walk with my team, a little girl came up and held my hand for the next 3 miles. Here’s a little something about that time.
We connected
Sometimes with a squeeze of the hand
When I squeezed
She squeezed
If three times
That was reciprocated
The number I gave
She also gave
We connected
By making funny noises
We connected
by puffing our cheeks out
We connected
By making more weird noises
We connected
By walking with each other
Our language
different
We connected
Our heritage
different
We connected
Our continents
different
We connected
Our skin color
different
We connected
We held hands
We walked
Together
Worlds apart
Connecting
May we be those who see past differences
May we be those who invite all races
Invite all diversity
Invite all differences
The Master told His servants there was still more room at the table
And to gather more
to join the Lord’s table
May we be those servants
