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May 23, 2014

The Woman in the Tin House

At the very edge of the parking lot, right where the stones stopping one from falling into the abyss, there is a tin house.  

Four walls of tin surrounded by stones to separate it from the rest of the Nature Reserve and a little handmade sign in Hebrew and Arabic "private space, don't park". Desperately looking for a bathroom, I saw a smoke behind it but not the private sign. 

As I quickly approached, an old woman with her legs bend, a stick in her hand, crouched - walked toward me shouting in Arabic. I understood, "no sewer".  In the tin structure I saw a pair of sport shoes, neat arrangement of clothing and sleeping bag, and a chair.  Again she shouted.  I smiled, blessed her in Hebrew and English, and retreated.

We surveyed the rest of the park and were able to wash up. Later, we returned to her with our picnic food.  She indicated to us that she has enough water, but the food she took with "shukran" - thanking us.

Willie blew the Shofar in that park, at the highest point of it, above the memorial for the five reserve soldiers who were ambushed, abducted, murdered and returned to Israel in coffins as exchange for many live prisoners.  We felt the Holy Spirit in that place and the Glory of God on us.

140 Days of Praise - I have no idea how this old woman who is so crippled can live in that spot and survive. I just know that God, somehow, is sustaining her there. I thank you God that you have given to us a chance to offer bread and water in your name and an opportunity to be blessed.

Thankful for my comfort,


Orith

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