You remember the saying, “I cried because I had no shoes until I saw a man with no feet?”
I’ve been experiencing a skin condition that so far is beyond diagnosis. The use of steroid injections/creams/ointments/gels seem to keep it to a minimum while nothing eliminates it for good.
Yesterday a woman pulled up to a store and got out of her car. I was just getting into ours. She saw Priscilla and was speaking kindly to her. Priscilla started barking. I turned to the woman to say I was sorry for the barking, and what I saw was beyond anything I’ve ever seen. Her face, neck, and all exposed skin was covered with…I don’t know how to describe the condition…cysts, moles, warts, tumors?
I felt so bad for her, and yet, she didn’t seem to be discomfited by our meeting. Maybe she’s lived with the condition for a long time. Maybe she’s more at peace within herself and God than I am right now. This reminds me that there’s always someone worse off than myself. Maybe she was put in my path for this purpose. Another angel entertained unawares?