God made us just friends. For real.

Last week something happened that I never would have expected, like ever. Here is the story: Actually wait, back story first. (Yes, this sort of scattered-ness is to be expected from a brain like mine)

       There’s this person that I kind of know. It is a guy and I’m not going to say his name.  Oh, and we’re just friends. (Stop. You know you were thinking I liked him.)

So this guy is very quiet and usually exclusively talks to the people he knows well. Some people might even call him rude or mean because he doesn’t respond the way they want him to if they try to start a conversation.  I didn’t exactly think that…but I kind of thought he was upset or depressed or something.  He acted that way every time I saw him.

       So here’s what happened: I felt like God was pushing me to talk to him, even though I didn’t really know why, so for three weeks in a row I tried. I really did. I was afraid though.  I was afraid that someone would see me talking to him and get a weird idea.  I was afraid that he would think I was dumb, and I was afraid that he wouldn’t want to listen to me.  Boy was I ever wrong.

       I wrote him a letter because I didn’t trust myself to say everything I was thinking out loud at the time, and that was pretty much the best thing I could have ever done. 

He read it.

Okay here’s the part I love. He thanked me for his letter! He told me that he appreciated it and he gave me props for writing it. He asked me for prayer too. (I offered to pray for him whenever) That took guts on his part and it literally (not a misuse of the word literally) makes me tear up in happiness and gratefulness every time I think about it.  I NEVER even expected him to say anything about it ever again, but he did.

       All I can say is listen to God if He’s telling you to do something because He opens doors of opportunity where you’d least expect it.  XO Charlotte