i stand on the street corner alone, my little ones playing in the park behind me.
i'm praying softly, calling on His name, as i gaze at that clinic with the full parking lot across the street.
A car drives by, and the driver hurtles obscenities & i cringe, hoping my children are out of earshot. His insults shock me, and my lips cease their movements for just a moment as i look heavenward, cheeks crimson trying to find my train of thought...
Honestly? i feel like the loser he calls me.
i'm tender - & yet i feel compelled to be here, and so i am, and my Father meets with me.
Suddenly around the corner, a cheerful trio bustles down the sidewalk to join me.
"Aren't you cold?" One asks the other.
"Oh no, it's not so bad," the other answers, "When the sun comes out, it's really quite pleasant."
And i find that she's right.