Mercy

A friend asked what it is like being in a place that’s unfamiliar, where I’m a stranger. I responded that it’s a privilege, but that sometimes I’m so focused on taking in the details of things around me, I’m not able to just relax into what it’s like to be there. I’m on hyper-alert.

Two years of this effort to take in the details–am I doing this right, is this a safe place, the place I’m supposed to be, what’s that over there–have made me much more observant of tangible, physical details around me. I now notice more colors, more textures, more shapes, scents, and movements, even when I’m in familiar places, and that is a huge blessing. I get to experience more of God’s world, in ways new to me.

Sometimes it’s exhilarating and sometimes it’s exhausting.

Am I in the right place? What will happen if I stumble into the wrong place?

A friend, Marjie Johnston Mack, knowing of my efforts at arachnid agape, posted this poem by Rudy Francisco on my FaceBook page. It makes me smile.

She asks me to kill the spider. 
Instead, I get the most 
peaceful weapons I can find. 

I take a cup and a napkin. 
I catch the spider, put it outside 
and allow it to walk away. 

If I am ever caught in the wrong place 
at the wrong time, just being alive 
and not bothering anyone, 

I hope I am greeted 
with the same kind 
of mercy.

Thank you, Marjie.

In the same collection of poems, Rudy Francisco wrote:

The human heart beats 
approximately 4,000 times per hour 
and each pulse, 
each throb, 
each palpitation is a trophy, 
engraved with the words 
“You are still alive.” 
You are still alive. 
So act like it.

Another testament to Mercy.

  1. Great I like the simplicity of it all. I also like your analogy of how much more we see while we are walking on the same path and He has a grip on our right hand.

    Godspeed Peter

    On Tue, Feb 18, 2020, 2:22 PM Amy and Joe Go to Africa wrote:

    > Amy Richter posted: ” A friend asked what it is like being in a place > that’s unfamiliar, where I’m a stranger. I responded that it’s a privilege, > but that sometimes I’m so focused on taking in the details of things around > me, I’m not able to just relax into what it’s like to ” > Respond to this post by replying above this line > New post on *Amy and Joe Go to Africa* > Mercy > by Amy Richter > > > A friend asked what it is like being in a place that’s unfamiliar, where > I’m a stranger. I responded that it’s a privilege, but that sometimes I’m > so focused on taking in the details of things around me, I’m not able to > just relax into what it’s like to be there. I’m on hyper-alert. > > Two years of this effort to take in the details–am I doing this right, is > this a safe place, the place I’m supposed to be, what’s that over > there–have made me much more observant of tangible, physical details > around me. I now notice more colors, more textures, more shapes, scents, > and movements, even when I’m in familiar places, and that is a huge > blessing. I get to experience more of God’s world, in ways new to me. > > Sometimes it’s exhilarating and sometimes it’s exhausting. > > Am I in the right place? What will happen if I stumble into the wrong > place? > > A friend, Marjie Johnston Mack, knowing of my efforts at arachnid agape, > posted this poem by Rudy Francisco on my FaceBook page. It makes me smile. > > She asks me to kill the spider. > Instead, I get the most > peaceful weapons I can find. > > I take a cup and a napkin. > I catch the spider, put it outside > and allow it to walk away. > > If I am ever caught in the wrong place > at the wrong time, just being alive > and not bothering anyone, > > I hope I am greeted > with the same kind > of mercy. > > – > – > > Thank you, Marjie. > >

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    1. 🙂 I have to go with something non-breakable (metal or plastic) because I am not yet calm enough to trust that I won’t break a jar when I put it over the bug. Working my way up to a glass jar. You give me inspiration and something to aspire to!

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