RELEASING THE BURDEN
I know I looked ridiculous. I was walking partially bent over—like a little arthritic elderly lady. I couldn’t help it. I had a heavy backpack and we were walking uphill. We had missed the Saturday vegetable market because we had a kid’s crusade activity in a church near San José, Costa Rica, so we walked a few miles to the one that was for that Sunday. It was after church. It was hot. And like every street we walked in Costa Rica, it was uphill. Or so it seemed when walking. I was out of breath. Jeff had his own backpack full that he was carrying. Each week, generally always on Saturday, we walked to the Feria Verde (super large farmers market-or fair). I had never before seen anything like this. It was amazing. Overwhelming at first until we learned which vegetable producers had the best prices and best vegetables. Walking in such a manner, my focus was always down –on the sidewalk—mostly because my load was so heavy—I could hardly straighten all the way up. But—