I wonder how much shyness has cost me over the years?
I wonder how much it’s cost me just in free stuff?
I think about this when I travel with one of my best friends, Karen. She has never suffered from the affliction of shyness.
Wherever we go, she speaks with people. And quite often we walk away with free stuff. I love it.
One day we were traveling with our daugthers and a friend when we visited the lovely medieval town of Brugge, Belgium. When walked into a quaint cafe for lunch and the waiter seated us, Karen exclaimed, “I love your restaurant! It’s so beautiful!”
Her daughter Libby’s expression said, “Here she goes again.”
Libby might have been embarrassed, but I was thrilled. I knew good things happen when Karen befriends strangers. We tend to walk out with freebies in our pockets.
It’s not a calculated attempt on Karen’s part to score free stuff. But it happens.
Karen is a natural talker who sees friends where most of us see strangers.
We, of the Shy Community, smile and thank our waiters when they seat us. Karen learns their life story.
We may both walk out having eaten a nice meal, but Karen will most likely walk out with more. A new friend—and possibly fun freebies.
In Brugge that day, we walked out with several free vials of tasty syrups for hot chocolate. It wasn’t a million dollars, but it was fun.
I’ve never thought about what it would’ve been like had Jesus been shy.
The Gospels would have read differently if He’d been too shy to talk with those who needed healing. Or with those whom God chose to be Jesus’ disciples.
He still could have—and would have—died for our sins, offering salvation to any who believe, but think of the lost opportunities and lessons His shyness would have cost.
I love that neither Jesus nor Karen are shy.
Can I learn to be more like them?
I need to be more like Karen in lots of ways. And more like Jesus in every way.
Here She Goes Again
Once I stop letting shyness afflict me, I’ll start making friends everywhere I go. And my daughters can give me the “Here she goes again” expression Libby gives her mom. Bet they won’t complain if I’m more like Karen and we walk out with free stuff.
Above all, I know they won’t complain if I’d finally look more like Jesus and less like “Mom!“