I am grateful for my "sign". My sign is something that used to annoy me. It is displayed as a look on my face, or some other way, that lets people know they should talk to me and share their whole life story. It happens to me all the time. Strangers in stores will walk up and talk to me. In groups, like at a seminar or conference, I am the one that is stopped and told (literally) everything to. Recently, one nice lady started with "Back in 1993" - oh brother. I used to be less than friendly and instead of actively listening, tune them out and try and figure out a way to exit the conversation.
I used to wonder "what is it about me that people think I'm interested or that I care?" I know that sounds awful. But, in the last year, God has really been working with me on this. My sign is the light of God shining through. It is Jesus in me. Now, I pause everything and actually listen. It happened again - just yesterday. I was at the gas station and I went to the counter to pay. I had $100 bill and the gentleman said, "You seem really nice, so I'm just going to ask you. Why do you pay with $100 bill? So many people do and I just can't figure it out." I explained that I do most everything in cash (YAY FPU and Dave Ramsey) and it's easier to carry $100 than a whole bunch of $20s. It's 5x less space in my wallet! LOL Instead of being annoyed that I might be late to my commitment, I took the time to have a conversation. To be kind. To be grateful that this guy saw something in me that he felt comfortable to ask. To recognize that God is at work!
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