The anticipation of this challenge has ended and the journey has begun.
I spread my wings and flew…no, SOARED on Friday. It was one of my best birthdays ever.
The thoughtful presents, special treatment and the cake with ice cream loaded with a gazillion calories were all very welcomed and appreciated. My thighs and developing inner tube tummy especially welcomed the cake and ice cream. I’ve gotta break the news today and and let them know that it’s time to desert the desserts and let them go home.
None of these things compared to my very first Wow Woman of the day and year.
Many people have asked “how are you approaching these women and how do you know who you are going to talk to?”
The short answer is, I really don’t know!
I started the day on Friday the same way I plan on starting every day this year. I asked God to show me the woman I need to talk to and the woman that needs me to talk to her. He knows who it is and what the circumstances of our meeting will be, I don’t.
I look ahead to what I’m doing for the day and the places I’ll be. I’ve been out and about a lot these last three days. It hasn’t been difficult to see the possibilities of where I might have an opportunity to meet and speak to a woman. On the days I’m not out much, I’ll have to be intentional about putting myself in places where I’ll cross paths with the woman I am to meet that day.
As soon as I walked out the door Friday morning, there was a lady walking down the street. She approached my driveway as I was getting in the car. Was this the woman I was supposed to talk to? Could it really be this easy and obvious? I said “good morning” to her and asked if she lived in the neighborhood. As we made small talk, I didn’t sense that she was the one.
Before I left the house, I felt like the one I needed to talk to was at Hobby Lobby. I had to exchange some items and knew I’d be back by the sewing area so I’d planned on talking to the fabric cutting lady.
I went to Hobby Lobby later that afternoon. The fabric cutting lady was super busy with several customers waiting to have fabric cut. She obviously was NOT the person I needed to speak to that day. As I walked away from that area, I began praying in my head “Okay God, she’s not the one, but who is? Is there someone here I need to talk to?”
As I walked around (still shopping, not just stalking people) I took notice of several women shopping. Some looked like they were in a hurry, others had preschoolers at their heels. An older lady looked as if she was in really deep thought trying to calculate in her head what was needed for her craft project.
One lady perusing the clearance wall caught my attention. I passed her by, wondering if I should talk to her. I also wondered why my heart wasn’t pounding out of my chest and why my palms weren’t cold and sweaty. I’d anticipated that this would be my body’s reaction to approaching someone the first time. I was calm and at peace in my heart, knowing that she was the one I needed to talk to. We happened to cross paths on an aisle just a few moments later.
The woman, who I refer to as “J” on the Instagram post, was a little surprised when I asked her if she could help me out with something. I totally ignored the “script” I’d given myself to use when talking to these women. The words just came naturally, even if they were a little jumbled and discombobulated.
“J” opened up to me more than I ever expected from any woman. She’d been through some very difficult times the last two years, yet she was happier than she’d ever been. Tears welled in her eyes, also in mine. She asked how I knew she was the one to talk to. I told her The One told me it was her. We parted with a hug and with a promise from me that I’d pray for her.
No other confirmation is needed. This challenge isn’t a challenge I gave myself, it’s a challenge God gave me that I must complete.
I’ve never felt more fulfilled than I have in the last three days. I’ve started each day with a purpose and with excitement and anticipation of who I’m going to meet. What is special about this woman and how can I encourage her?
The encouragement I’ve gotten from these four women seem to far outweigh whatever inspiration or encouragement I’ve left them.
It’s tempting to call it selfishness, but I call it a blessing.