I Saw Myself

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Last week when we were at the immigration office in Jakarta there were seas of people.  The conditions were tight and hot.  And then I saw her.  A tall Caucasian lady with a young boy.  Her hair was pulled back in a cute pony tail.  She appeared confident. The lady had an Indonesian friend who was helping her.  I couldn't take my eyes off of her.  She stood out in such contrast.  Then I saw myself and I now know how the people see me and all my family.  We must be such a curious intriguing sight!  Can't wait until they know me and I know them and we can all see each other for who we are.....

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  1. DarlaAugust 31, 2011 at 8:07 AM

    Ruth, I think this is beautiful....Somehow I see this as a possibility to being applied to so many "barriers" around us. We are all God's children.

    Extra hugs to you all in this transition time!

    Love you!

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  2. Kristi and Mark K.September 21, 2011 at 7:42 AM

    Oh you brought back memories for me of being in Bangkok and me staring at the rare foreigners/caucasians. I was so intrigued by their facial features! Wondering if they knew how odd they looked in the sea of asians. It was almost that I thought of myself as asian. Yet I couldn't stop staring. I was draw to them. May God soon grant you a community of women for your ladies-night-outs or at least time to sit with ladies and rest your heart. Blessings to you sweet one!

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