I changed the
future yesterday; I taught someone that they mattered.
It happened at my
neighborhood coffee shop. I hadn't planned to re-write the future.
I hadn't even planned to go out for coffee that morning, but there I was
at the cafe, contemplating the busy day ahead, unaware that the chance of a Lifetime was about to happen.
Just as I was
ready to leave, I saw him sit down outside.
Even from inside the cafe I could sense his intense energy. The
angst of his soul was palpable.
As I exited the
coffee shop I greeted him good morning.
I could see at first glance into his eyes that he needed more, the
intensity of his eyes betrayed by the woundedness of his soul.
I spoke of how
his life matters in ways beyond his comprehension and experience, how his life
matters to those around him, how his life matters to the Living God.
His eyes streamed
with wounded tears of abuse, neglect, and loneliness. My words spoke
value to the core of his soul, attacking every lie he was ever told about who
he was.
He said our
meeting was no coincidence; I said moments of God's purpose never are.
I will never know
the degree to which I changed history yesterday. But I know that by
stepping into that moment I fanned the embers of hope in a young man's heart.
And hope changes
the Future.
Focus Scripture: ‘Yet the number of the
sons of Israel will be like the sand of the sea, which cannot be measured or numbered;
and in the place
where it is said to them,
“You are not My people,”
it will be said to them,
“You are the sons of the living God.” .’ Hosea 1:10
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