FOR A MOMENT

One of the earliest memories I have of my Uncle Iain was a conversation we had at the market

“Do you ever wonder?”
“Wonder what?”
“You know, when you look at someone, wonder what they are thinking?Why they are here, what their dreams are, what their pain is, what life is like for them?”
” No…Why would I wonder?”

“Because you then realize that there is more to life than just your own.”

Ever since that conversation, every time I find myself alone in a crowd of strangers…

On the bus,
At Starbucks,
On the corner of the street,
At school,
At work

I wonder.

I wonder what she is thinking. Why she is here.
I wonder what his dreams are.
Or what dreams he use to have before someone told him it was impossible.
I wonder if they are happy or just putting on a mask to cover their pains.
I wonder if they know that God loves them.
I wonder if they know that there is more to life than they can imagine and expect.

People come and go. It’s just “life”.

But for a moment, your paths have crossed with that someone.
That moment can be for a second or for a couple of years.

Regardless, you are now face to face.

What if we took advantage of those moments?

Because it only takes a moment to show kindness.
Because it only takes a moment to give love.
Because it only takes a moment to shoot a smile.
Because it only takes a moment for God to do a miracle.

I’m not saying we walk around with halos around our head.

But have the understanding
That we are blessed to be a blessing.  

And God is able to bless you ABUNDANTLY, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.”
2 Corinthians 9:8

So next time…

At work
On the bus
At school
At a café

Stop and wonder.

And if by chance your path crosses with someone,

Be a blessing. 

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