Write about one of the easiest decisions you’ve made in your life

       Well, darn. Ask me about a hard decision and I could have named so many right off the bat. I’m good at making decisions hard for myself. Last week it took me a while to decide if I wanted to go to a movie with friends or not…
        Getting up this morning was a fairly easy decision. I just used the last tissue in the box, so getting another box is an easy decision (since I will need it in about 15 minutes…). Going to see Catching Fire with my best friend opening night is an easy decision. Watching another episode of Doctor Who (or pretty much any program from BBC) is a easy decision. Whether or not I want to read is an easy decision (as long as I have a good book at my disposal). How to spell “a” is an easy decision.
       Am I boring you yet?
        I want to think of a decision that was fairly life changing that was easy. Deciding to help others is an easy decision. Okay, I know my story.
       This will sound silly, but it did feel like a big moment for some reason. I was walking out of the library one day and I wanted to pray for somebody. I wanted to tell somebody that God loves him or her. Immediately God highlights the woman in front of me who is walking slowly and limping.
         Gulp. Umm, God, I’m not sure I’m ready for that. Praying for a guy to get blessed with a job is one thing, praying for physical healing on my own is another. I know You can use me to answer prayers and it’s not about my ability, but I don’t know how to approach this lady. I don’t want to freak her out. God, I’d just feel better if I had somebody with me. And I pass the lady.
         So I get into my car and wait for the lady who is standing next to my car to get into hers before I start it and leave. But the lady just stands by my passenger door. I get out of my car and ask if I can help her with something. She asked if I will drive her to Safeway. Well that’s on my way home anyway, and God already highlighted her to me. Of course I’m going to drive her to Safeway!
        I ended up not praying for her, but we did talk as I drove the few blocks. She told me that my name was pretty, which no one ever does. She had some beautiful name that sounded Russian to me. She asked what I wanted to do with my life. There was a moment where I almost told her the truth about how I wanted to be a writer, but I stuck what I tell everyone about wanting to be a librarian. And it is true, I do want to be a librarian. I love libraries.
       I may have been the one to give her a ride, but I feel like she was the one who blessed me. She didn’t pray for me, be she said, “God bless you” and I felt encouraged by her. Sometimes I wish I had gone into the Safeway with her then given her a ride home.
       Maybe this story doesn’t make sense to you, but I don’t know how to explain it better. I just know that I will always remember her (even if I don’t remember her name) and that memory builds my faith somehow. I could have easily driven away that night discouraged by my doubt. Instead I stuck around long enough to find out I could still bless her in some small way. When we are the ones who close a door, God can still open it up again. I’m so grateful for that.