Afraid

Someone came into my work a couple of weeks ago with one motive.  She had no business to do, no questions to ask, or problems to fix.  Instead she wanted to spread warmth, joy, and happy things to everyone she could find.  She sat at my station, holding my hand, and expressing over and over again how special, important, beautiful, and desired by God I am.  She went on for roughly 20 minutes at my window alone, and EVERYONE within sight in the building received the same message.    

It was weird, annoying, and beautiful all at the same time.  She kept proclaiming what she believed to be God's call on her life: to ensure everyone she came in contact with understood how loved and special they truly are.  After she left, we all had a good laugh; however I could tell everyone had been touched by her words, even if they were too embarrassed to admit that what she did was a good thing.

It made me think.  I have always felt God's call on my life is to show people true, unconditional love. I fail at this miserably, and the only reason I can figure is that I am afraid.  I'm afraid to be that weird, annoying lady who walks into a building and tells everyone they're special.  Silly, right?

I think so.

Of course, there's this thing called tact; but I know there have been times I've felt that nudge to talk to someone, tell them they're beautiful, special, and loved - but I don't.  I am afraid.  "What will they think?  Will they consider me another weirdo with nothing better to do than annoy the crap out of people?"  Probably.  But that should't be an excuse.

Love deeply, my friends.  You never know what God is going to make out of the few moments you may have with a stranger.  This lady made a lasting impression on me, and I am thankful.