The other day when I went into the locker room at the gym to grab my stuff before I left, I had a short conversation with a lady there. I can’t shake it off. She was sitting by the locker that had my bag in it. She was older and overweight. Her large bag and the rest of her things were cluttering the bench in front of my locker. I told her I needed to grab my bag from the locker right beside her. She seemed very cheerful and scooted over for me.
“I could move to the other side,” she said smiling.
“No, that’s fine. I just need to get my things quick.”
“Wow, you’re low maintenance,” she said as I pulled out my bag (small in comparison to hers’).
“I’m just going home,” I explained, smiling at her comment. I always find people who easily start conversations with strangers interesting and amusing.
“Well, you’ll look good no matter what you do,” she reassuringly. I smiled. A little laugh may have escaped. I might have said a thanks. She wished me a good day and I left.
Yet when I was driving home I couldn’t help but wonder “what if.” What if I had told her that no matter what she’d do she’d be beautiful too. Would she have laughed? Pushed away the compliment?
What if I asked her if she believed beauty was more than skin deep? if there’s such a thing as inner beauty?
What if I viewed people and talked to people and treated people like God valued them and desired a love relationship with them so much that He gave His Son to die in their place?
What if I was willing to go out of my comfort zone and risk embarrassing myself to show God’s love for other people?