Sometimes, it’s so obvious to me that God is speaking to us. All the time, literally. I just think He has to be blatantly obvious for us to hear him. Short story time.
I was sitting at a table, by myself, just scrolling through tumblr. You know, reblogging while I waited for my next class. No big deal, nothing new. I was listening to the “A Walk to Remember” soundtrack.
Side note: that’s not gay. My sister owns it. And 90% of the cd is Switchfoot. And you know what else, I really don’t care what you think about me.
So I was listening to it, and the song “Cry” by Mandy Moore started playing. My God, the acoustic guitar during that song is so beautiful it’s ridiculous.
The acoustic comes in, and I don’t know why, but I looked up. And I saw this girl. The first thing I noticed wasn’t her eyes, which is usually the first thing I see on a girl. I saw her backpack.
A baby blue rolling backpack. Mad props to her for having the guts to say no to back problems.
So then I looked at her, and she was straight up sad faced. She looked like she was either about to cry or had just finished crying.
And I watched her as she walked past me, and then I went back to tumblr.
But I didn’t even look at my phone. The lines “You were all by yourself / Staring up at a dark grey sky” came on.
And then I looked back and saw the girl wipe her eyes and continue walking.
I thought the next line of the song in my head as Mandy Moore’s angelic voice sang it. No seriously, I love her voice. But the line is “I was changed.”
The song breaks into the chorus, but I stopped listening. I figured God was yelling at me to get up and go.
So I did.
Honestly, I don’t know why I did or what I thought I could do. But something told me I was supposed to.
Rolling backpack girl walked so fast, my goodness. I practically had to run to catch her. So I did.
I slowed my almost run to a casual stroll and walked next to her. She looked at me and I looked back at her and smiled.
And she smiled, too.
And then she turned left and walked into the library.
I didn’t say anything; I wanted to ask if she was okay, if she wanted to talk, if she wanted some gum, something. But something caught in my throat, and I couldn’t speak. But I could smile. And she smiled, and that was that.
And she went to the library with a smile, and I watched her walk in to make sure she didn’t wipe her eyes again.
She didn’t, as far as I could tell.
I’m not trying to say I fixed all her problems or made her day or have her hope, or anything really. All I know is that I got her to smile.
Even for just a second, she smiled.
I’m honestly not sure why I’m writing this on tumblr like anyone’s gonna read this or care. But I just wanted to tell someone that I’m starting to think that God’s been trying to talk to me for a while.
Maybe I just need to listen.