You made me cry young man!
I had to pull my car to the side of the road after receiving my chicken
sandwich on wheat bread in
order to bawl my brains out.
You asked me about my tattoo when I pulled up to pay with my arm stretched out towards you with money. The line was very long. But you still inquired. After telling you the story behind my tattoo and how I love Jesus, I looked back up at you and you were handing me my money back.
You said to me, "You are not paying today, you are too awesome."
ME! I am NOTHING without Jesus!
You are so young. Yet you looked into my sickly chip-monked face with respect. You didn't eyeball me from head to toe wondering what was up with that woman, like I had just experienced while running errands this morning; from adults.
It was not about the money. I don't need ten dollars.
It was about the kindness.
It's about taking one moment to be nice to someone.
It matters.
You had no idea I had woken up this morning with 2 frozen joints in my hands.
I am an artist.
I won't tell you about my other hardships. My chronic illness. My daily pain.
OR "life," that keeps happening, while I'm trying to live life.
But through YOU,
God spoke to me to let me know that
everything is gonna be OK.
NEVER, underestimate the power of being kind.
I painted this in my alone time just this morning.
I dedicate it to this young man who will be
president of Chick-fl-a by next week.
Thank You.
You made a difference today.
And be kind to one another,
tender heated, forgiving one another,
even as God in Christ forgave you.
Ephesians 4:32
NKJV
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