One face

Has a face, an expression burrowed into your mind?  I remember a woman dancing past me at our graduation of tailors one year ago, her look of delight, exuberance, her shoulders erect.


Before this widow didn’t walk with confidence, her future uncertain in her village.  Now she has a skill and her own sewing machine.  I see her glowing face and wonder, ‘How is she doing today?’


Is she making school uniforms, mending, bartering her skill for food?  Do her children and other dependents (most care for other relatives children as well) eat at least one healthy meal a day?   Are they able to attend school?


I’m not there and I may never know.  But God sees.  He sees her face everyday and cares even more than I do.