I watch them walk -- slowly with a walker, silver-graced head bobbing with each step -- briskly with briefcase in hand, smart shoes click-clacking on the tile -- quietly on bare, brown feet.
I see them smile -- wide, with whitened teeth sparkling -- quickly, as if surprised by their own grin -- shy, espresso eyes cast down.
I hear them speak -- shrill, booming, gravely, smooth, sweet.
They think and feel and fall and rise again. They live. It's really quite remarkable. And though I know we are a fallen race, lost in our sin, deserving of death, I can't help but appreciate God's mark in each of us. We truly are made in His image, and when we love each other, I believe He is honored.
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