Holly’s blog, the link-up and this series have so blessed me. I signed up to do a guest post before the series opened. As each week passed, I cannot even begin to describe what gripped me – fear? Anxiety? Inadequacy? Not sure.

But this I know – I have a testimony. Having been brought up in church from birth, I cannot remember NOT being in church. My testimony has always been that of a life kept by God’s grace.

Yet in my heart, I knew God was saying, “It is your testimony but that’s not the testimony I want you to share. Just wait on me.”

Don’t get me wrong – I did not hear a voice bellow from the skies. It was this soft, gentle nudge inside my heart each time I sat to write this post.

Life continued to roll on. My days were filled with my routine and the unexpected, all at the same time.

And then it unfolded right in front of me…

We sat in the waiting area which was quickly becoming a familiar part of our Wednesdays. She and I. We could probably think of at least a hundred places we would rather be, but there was no choice. Her body seemed to have made the choice for us.

Looking around, I began to see “them”…

  • Two women, one older and one younger. Obviously a mother and daughter. From the neck down, they were dressed in clothes much like our own. From the neck up, each of their heads were covered the way of many Mid-Eastern women. The older woman seemed worn, tired, and obviously unwell. The eyes of the younger woman were filled with concern. Both of them were beautiful. Their skin stunning.
  • A son and his parents. His mom there for treatment, seemed to know the drill, but was fatigued from it all. The son walked away and returned with the familiar egg salad sandwich and a hot cup of tea. They looked European and when they spoke, I realized they were Ukranian.
  • Three Black people – two women and a man. The older woman in a wheelchair beginning to be weakened by the process occurring in her body. Their Jamaican accents thick as they conversed and tried to keep their mom occupied and laughing as they waited.
  • Across the room was an older Japanese couple. The husband keeping himself busy with reading while his wife was sprawled on a couch, asleep, unable to stay awake.

It hit me…

They are no different than I am. We are all the same.

In that room, in this very moment, our hopes were all exactly the same – we wanted our loved ones to be well, healthy once again.


* Photo Credit: © Jose Luis Pelaez, Inc./Corbis

Not a single one of us were thinking about politics, or world events, or prejudices.

My thoughts were flooding in quickly now…

Each one of them, regardless of nationality, color, or gender, had the same need of a Savior as I did. Each needed His forgiveness, His redemption, His restoration and His healing touch. Each one of us.

It’s been two weeks now and I have been unable to stop thinking about “them.” These days since, I pray for each one of them…often.

I have wondered about my observation.Why would this experience have struck so deeply?

We can so get caught up in the events which happen around our country or in other parts of the world. We can jump onto social media to make a statement or write a blog post forgetting  a most critical truth – each person matters to our God.

Before the Cross, we are all equal. His blood ran for each one of us. He tells us that one day, this is the scene which will unfold before His very throne:

After this I saw a vast crowd, too great to count, from every nation and tribe and people and language, standing in front of the throne and before the Lamb. They were clothed in white robes and held palm branches in their hands. And they were shouting with a great roar, “Salvation comes from our God who sits on the throne and from the Lamb!” Revelation 7:9-10 NLT

This will be the testimony common to us all – no matter our race, our nation, our tribe, our people or our language.


JoanneViolaJoanne Viola celebrated her 35th wedding anniversary in 2014. She has two adult children who are married and is Mimi to her two precious granddaughters, who fill her days as Joanne watches them while their parents work. Joanne loves to read and write. She started her blog, Days & Thoughts so that her family would always know her thoughts as she processes the journey of life. You can also connect with Joanne on Facebook and Twitter.


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