Tonight on my way home from church, I decided to ride the train with James and Amanda to Amanda's apartment for a late dinner. I almost didn't, but something said to go. On the second transfer (the trains, the last few months at least, have been under constant repair, uggh) there was a woman sobbing on the next bench.
So I'm standing thinking to myself, and expressing to Amanda, should I go over there and see if she's ok? I really don't want to. I'm always afraid that that person doesn't want me intruding in their business. I don't want to step out--it's hard for me be the first to approach. I'm shy. The list of reasons I should just mind my own business goes on and on.
Well, I become bold and sit down next to her. We have common bonds and ties. We have a conversation that lasts at least 15 minutes (and another transfer.) We share our lives and exchange numbers. I am not afraid to mention the name Jesus. I even mention church and serving. It seems very natural.
From watching her sobbing in the corner of the train, to laughing and smiling, I was incredibly blessed. I hope she calls me or I reach out and call her. If not, I feel that I have made a friend, if only for a short time. I hope other people on the train watched me reach out to her and have the courage to reach out to someone else when they have the opportunity.
This to me is why I'm here in New York. Scattering seeds. Letting others know they count. They matter to me and to God. No one needs to hurt or suffer or be alone. I am so blessed to be able to be used by God. And if he can use me, he can use anybody. And that means you! I encourage each of you to look around as you are going and be prepared to be blessed by who he puts in front of you.
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