Blessed is the woman who does not walk in the step with the wicked
Or stand in the way that sinners take
Or sit in the company of mockers
This morning a reach like 8:00am which is late for me and Ivy morning time but it’s Saturday and I does sleep in lil bit
A reach and she round di yard
So we step in side
Psalms 1:1 Psalms 1;1
Her speed is like blown leaves in a Saturday morning breeze…
So, she walks in slow taps
Me: Ivy I hear you was on fort street Friday
Ivy: Who tell you?
Me: Ivy a does talk bout you everybody know you. But is Manggie mit me and tell me.
Ivy: You did frighten ent?
Me: Yes! Ivy what you doing over there? Ivy suppose you fall ?
Ivy: Everybody who walk strong, slow, far fast and careful does fall.
Me: mmm
Ivy: Don’t frighten man. I was testing mi leg dem.
Me: how deh feel?
Ivy: Strong. A could walk now. Wid me Pram but a could walk.
Me: Lord bless Ivy to walk not in the counsel of the unglodly nor stand in the path of sinners not sit in the seat of scornful. Be a strength in her bones and a light to her path and give your angels charge over her, to encamp about her in moving traffic.
Ivy: everybody who walk, does stumble or fall.
And den I got a glimps of me in my fall
High shoes on di grun high mind but in di grun
My fall was shame, and scornfulness
Pride, does come before FALL
I use to be shame of her wid her pram in town you know. She have this pram and she walk slow and begging. If I could before she would see me I would dodge quick. The shame was scornful.
Because I was trying to present as better
Better than myself
So a didn’t want her to see me and stop and talk or ask me. A didn’t know yet she was sent to make me better.
she was not clean enough, rough hands and feet and she never use to look like a *good grandmother* maybe it’s the poverty the dirt, something use to make me shame.
I walking …
Sometimes a falling …
sometimes is just a stumble … But today this day. We, me and IVY work a HARD 8 months for dem slow soft independent steps. Lord thank you . And continue to Psalms 1:1 me