I am 12, and I hear those dreaded words from the mouth of the teacher.
"No saving seats!"
Immediately I enter survival mode.
Who will I sit by?
Do I need to hurry so I can be sure to find a seat?
Will anybody want to sit next to me?
My panicked eyes dart around the room, searching for a place of solace...comfort...a friend.
Fast forward 20 years, and I am still that awkward preteen, hoping for a saved seat.
Gatherings of friends and coworkers bring out the insecure girl with too-few-friends.
She shouts, even now...
Who will I have to sit by?
What if it's awkward?
What if someone wants to...talk?
And then I pick up that old gnarled stick, the one I beat myself up with...
Why don't I have more friends?
Why am I so...uncomfortable?
I'd rather just sit alone...
But God gives grace.
My phone announces a sweet message-
"Do you want me to save you a seat tonight?"
She wants to save me a seat?
She wants to sit with me?
I don't think she realizes it, but that small gesture gave me wings.
For one night, I forgot about my nervousness.
I forgot about my lack of confidence when things get personal.
I stepped outside of my comfort zone, and I actually felt welcome there.
Gift #337 Somebody saved me a seat.
"Two are better than one..." (Ecclesiastes 4:9 NIV84)
When have someone's actions made you feel welcome? Share your story with me!