My first thought was to run quickly so I wouldn't have to listen to her demands for money, food, or whatever 'the blan' could offer.
I wouldn't have to hear the sound of her banging, loudly, on an empty bucket!
Then as I reached to pull open the gate, and make my way to the office, I was stopped dead in my tracks.
It was my husband, standing close. Conversing with the street vendor. Ordering something. An egg sandwich and sachet of water.
For my friend.
Loving the unlovely into loveliness.
You see, when the time is taken to see the world through Jesus eyes He takes the tattered and ragged and makes them beautiful.
It was a simple cup of cold water but it was much more than that to me!