Disclaimer: This post is slightly longer, but I think the story is awesome, so you should at least skim to the end.
I don’t know about you, but some days I’m quite sure that my life would be utterly boring without the Community Transit system. In class everyday, it’s not to hard to predict what that period will bring. With bus stops on the other hand, you just never know.
There is something about waiting for a bus with complete stranger(s) at the end of a long day that just makes me want to thrust my hand forward and start a conversation and say let’s be friends.
Said no ISFJ named Kayla ever.
I surprised myself one day during a twenty-some minute bus-stop wait a couple of weeks ago.
The conversation started with cats. Well, I didn’t mention exactly mention cats, but this nice man came walking down the sidewalk with a pile of books from what I assume to be the Re-Read bookstore across the street. Anyhow, I figured they were for his child or niece or nephew. The kid must like cats.
I notice insignificant minutia details like that all the time.
Anyhow this man dropped his pile of books and I helped him pick them up and whatnot. It’s always awkward going for long periods of time without striking up some sort of small talk, we talked about small-talkish things such as what’s the time and etc.
I didn’t expect to have a theological conversation. We talked about why we were riding the bus. He hadn’t had a car for a few years now he said and he didn’t see a reason why to go out and get a car.
My turn to share. I explained my predicament, how I’m legally not allowed to drive until I can manage to go six months free of seizure of any sort.
What he said next was EXACTLY the reminder I needed.
Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.
It wasn’t at all critical or in a holier-than-thou tone. It was incredibly refreshing.It was a reminder that my God is so much bigger than any earthly obstacle. God isn’t punishing me. He’s molding me and making me into something beautiful. He can make you beautiful too.
Your God orchestrated that conversation just for you that day. Lovely.