Today I spent the morning with a beautiful group of Thai people. We couldn't speak the same kind of words, but we could all understand the language of love. At one point, I had an opportunity to pray and pour love into a few of the women. I was immediately drawn to an elderly woman with a sad face. She sat with her head down and I just went to her and knelt in front of her and held her hands. I spent several moments pouring in love and light and hope. I could feel it pouring out of me and I could feel her receiving it. Then I felt compelled to give her a hug. The Thai culture is not very hug oriented and the only emotion that is typically portrayed is laughter and smiles even if they are dying on the inside.
As I went to hug her, I noticed a tear trickling down her cheek. She quickly entered into my embrace and I held her for several more moments. Again, I could feel Love pouring into her. And then the sobs started. Slowly at first and then uncontrollably. I kissed her on the cheek and that's when gut wrenching sobs came out, for a very long time.
I honestly don't know what exactly happened for that beautiful older woman. But this is what I know. Love, the deepest, purest, form of Love was touching the deepest, hurting, lonely places in that beautiful woman. It was one of the greatest privileges of my life to hold her as she sobbed.
And I never said a word.
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