November 3, 2015

Slice of Life | The Walk



Today was a quieter day as Jim didn't have any appointments. 

When he rests, I putter around usually between the computer room and piano room. I enjoy visiting with the people here and listening to their stories. They are so wonderful and strong.

In the afternoon, we went for an outing. We walked to the old Maple Leaf Gardens building and enjoyed the sights along the way, like a sidewalk of students who had just poured out of school. 

After we passed the Maple Leaf Gardens, we were almost to Yonge Street, when we heard a stir. We then noticed an undercover cop putting a young man up against the building to handcuff him. Two other undercover cops joined him. The young man, wearing a backpack, was whimpering and crying. It rattled me. I don't know what he did, but my heart ached for him.

We stopped at the Shoppers Drug Mart for a couple things and then made our way back through the streets. Needing another little break from hospital food, we stopped at Pizza Nova on Church Street and ordered a pizza to bring back with us. We then crossed over to take a side street back to the lodge. I was enjoying the old homes, but just before we reached Jarvis Street, we heard a saw going back and forth. When we looked towards the sound, we noticed two guys sawing locks on bikes in front of an apartment building. I don't know what city folks do, but I didn't think we should be heroes for bikes.

Oh my goodness! It wasn't even 4 o'clock yet!

The rest of our day was quiet again.

There are so many people here and I am reminded of how not one of them has been forgotten by God. He cares and knows everything about them...right down to how many hairs (or no hairs) are on their heads. God loves each and every one of them deeply and unconditionally. He loves the guys stealing the bikes, the guy being arrested, the undercover cops doing their job, the man serving us pizza, the cab drivers passing by, the school kids walking home, the men walking in suits and the men sleeping in doorways, the people going through treatments,...To each one He tenderly says, "You are mine" and "I love you".

Thank You, God, for remembering us as Your very own.

Thank You, God, for loving us.


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