Loved by God

Just something I wrote on my first day in Japan.


There's something about this land. Something that draws me in. These people are precious and loved by God. I hope that I can somehow show that to them. I stood out on the balcony here in Japan. It's by a river and the Sakura is in bloom. The weather is amazing. I watched and so many people walked by. They are all loved by god. A FEW types of people I saw were: an old lady in a weal chair being pushed by a middle aged man, and not far behind there was a young lady in a white jacket. I'm not sure if they were together, but I just remember them. They are loved by god. I saw a cute boy which was my favorite. Well, he was more of a man or a guy. Either way he was handsome. And he was one of the only people to look up at me and keep eye contact for more than a second. He is loved by God. I saw lots of people with dogs. Lots! One of those people was a little boy who was walking his dog by the river. He stopped and looked at the ducks that were in the river. He is loved by god. Before this boy passed by, a lady on the bridge who had just bought groucrys, dropped pieces of bread over the bridge to the ducks. As she was doing this a middle aged man was walking under the bridge and stopped and watched the ducks gather around the bread crumbs that the lady was dropping. At the same time, a young guy in a white jacket stopped as well. He had been walking in the opposite direction of the middle aged man. The three of them watched the ducks eat the bread. Then one by one they walked away. I thought, for some reason, how almost sweet that tiny encounter was. The three of them shared something in that moment. And all of them are loved by God. I also saw a mother and her little girl. The tinniest and cutest tottler ever! They walked by the river and stopped at pretty much anything. The mother would lean down and talk to the little girl. She would pick her up to carry her every now and then. They walked up the stares (slowly) and at the path above where all the Sakura were, they ran into a friend. A middle aged woman with her dog. The mother pulled out her phone and took a picture of the little girl next to the dog. "Hai cheezu!" I heard more than once. They walked with the lady and ended up in the grass by the Sakura tree. (Right next to our house,) the lady with the dog took a picture for the mother and her child. The child wouldn't look at the camera so there were many takes. Then the little girl started crying. But before I knew it the lady had her laughing. "Arigatou gozaimasu." "ie ie." and the two people walked away. I saw many other people pass by. Like the old lady who was looking for plants. She grabbed a leaf of some sort and sniffed it, then carried on. Or the man who was walking slowly beside a metaly retarded boy, leading him across the bridge. I love japanese people. And other people as well. I don't know how to show it sometimes but I do. God loves people. And he loves all of the ones I saw today! I watched them with that mindset. Everything was peaceful as I listen to the sounds of this area. What a beautiful place. What beautiful people.