Willing

My role was simple.

I’m about to share something very personal.  Since we are all friends here, I suppose it is okay.

I really like compliments and praise. When I receive a compliment I particularly like, I savor it over and over until it loses its flavor.  Then enters the merciless self-critic.

A Calvin and Hobbes cartoon rescues me. Calvin is sitting in the back seat of a convertible driving down Fifth Avenue, streamers and flowers being thrown from buildings, the boisterous crowd lining the street clapping and cheering. I fancy myself as Calvin. I start to laugh and laugh and laugh. My heart warms as God embraces and laughs with me.

I realize once again that what has touched me so deeply is experiencing the spirit flowing through me that drew the compliment. My role was simple--to be willing.