He always stood in the back row, center. The biggest smile, bright eyes. Not sure if his was the best voice in the choir, it didn't matter. It was a choir. He contributed every week with his spirit, his joy, his obvious love for not just his God, but music. I miss him.
Oh, nothing happened to him. I actually saw him in the hallway this week on the way into my weekly class. I stopped and told him I missed seeing him each week up there offering up his praise and worship in front of our church. He smiled and thanked me. Told me how much my words meant to him.
You see, our church no longer has a choir. Hasn't for a few years. We have a praise team and a band. (Don't misunderstand me, that is not the subject matter here.) But this gentleman was momentarily uplifted by a moment I took to tell him I had noticed him, and that I was affected by his absence.
In class a young woman told me she liked the way my hair looked. Ironically the day before I had been standing in a high school gymnasium bathroom thinking my hair was driving me nuts. (We were at my granddaughter's Regional Weightlifting Competition). Two teenage girls walked in, stopped at the mirror beside me. One of them looked at me, a virtual old lady, and said, "I really like your hair. It's pretty." I turned to her and said, "I was just chastising it, so thank you, I needed that."
Proverbs 25:11 says, "A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in a setting of silver." I can't tell you how many times I have felt inclined to say something to someone, but due to a feeling of discomfort or maybe embarrassment hesitated to do so. Looking back, however, I wonder how often those were shoulder taps from God, asking me to do something for him. "My child there needs a word. Would you tell them this for me, please?"
It's not a big thing, really. Just say that thing that pops in your mind. 'You look really nice today.' 'That's a beautiful color on you.', 'I'm so glad to see you today.' You're a blessing to me.' It might be a small thing to you, but we never know the fears, doubts or insecurities going through a person at that particular time. But God does. . .and when he prompts you to give a nudge of love to one of his children, it's an honor and privilege to do it.
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