As I was listening to Pastor Zee talk while sitting in the church service a couple days ago, a young girl walked in and sat on the other side of the room because there weren’t any closer spots available. The minute I saw her enter my heart started fluttering and I knew that God wanted me to bring a chair closer so she could sit near the rest of us. It sounds like such a simple thing to do but for some reason I was having a hard time doing it. I didn’t want to get up and walk in front of everyone to get over there and I kept giving myself reasons why I should wait to do it. I thought why is it so important God, for me to go over there and offer to bring a chair closer? Is it really going to make a difference in her life? I kept waiting for the “opportune” moment to go over there and tried to shrug the feeling off, but it did not leave. Finally without another thought, I got out of my chair and walked over there. Her English was broken but she understood why I had gone over. She motioned to me that she was content sitting where she was and flashed me a gorgeous smile. I made my way back to my chair, my fluttering heart becoming still. I had a peace just knowing that it was the first step in listening to God speak. No matter how small and insignificant it may seem to me, it’s a step of obedience to my father and will possibly make someone else’s day a whole lot better. If I can start by doing the little things that God puts on my heart, in the future it will be a lot easier to do the bigger things that God is waiting to share with me.
After the service I got a chance to talk to her a little bit, enough to learn her name, (which is Andrea) and make her feel welcome. I also got a chance to hug who I assume was her Grandma and another lady as well. Spending time with those 3 ladies, not even understanding each other, warmed my soul. It proved to me once again that love is universal. You don’t need to speak to let someone know that you care. A smile really does say it all, and hugs never hurt either 🙂
One of the ladies, Martha, who’s name I distinctly remember because she kept pointing at herself and saying Martha, over and over again, explaining that her name was in the bible. She was talking to me in Romanian even though I’m pretty sure she knew I didn’t understand her. It was really funny because she started pointing at my nose ring, earrings and make up, and then began shaking her finger at me with an unimpressed look on her face. Of course I knew what she meant by her actions, and even though I knew she didn’t approve, she continued to put her arm around me, and kissing me on the cheek as we walked side by side down the street.
