Yesterday I found myself dancing on King Street in Old Town with a homeless man as I was talking to my mom on the phone. He gave me a hug and told me he loved my license plate (PSALM 32). Then he kissed me on my cheek and told me that I looked beautiful — to never forget that. At this point I give him the money I’d had gotten out of my purse when I was still in the car so that he could buy dinner. He celebrated and jumped for joy. And then he spun me around and we danced together on the sidewalk without a care in the world until I told him to get something good to eat and stay warm.
It was for but a few brief, impactful moments. My mom who was waiting and listening on the other end of the phone was asking me, “what just happened there?” I told her thinking, she’s the only person who’ll ever know about that special moment.
Then tonight, I get an unexpected email:
Which is all to say — you never know who’s watching you, soaking in your every move.
And I’m not sharing this with any of you because of what I did, but rather because of what THIS email reminded me of… it reminded me that the joy in my life is all from God. It’s all a beautiful, living testimony to the One who’s brought me through thick and thin. That despite all the heart-aches and hard-lessons, He still gives me such a reason to smile and spread joy. It’s a reminder to keep on living a little more unabashed. To in fact, keep on dancing like no one’s watching and to live a little more freely, a little more unafraid. As the email to live in such a way that I keep on spreading the joy.