That Moment You Notice You’re A Terrible Noticer
I Was Minding My Own Business
I was minding my own business when my sweet friend Jeannie Waters posted to her blog.
In her post, Jeannie encouraged her readers to change someone’s day by noticing.
I was particularly encouraged by the powerful testimony she shared about how being noticed changed her friend Angela’s day.
Angela, a tired young momma with three little kids, wrote:
Jeannie’s post convicted and encouraged me.
It convicted me because I’d just returned from running errands where—I confess—I hadn’t noticed anyone.
But, it also encouraged me because . . .
Tomorrow indeed came. And I was ready.
With Jeannie’s insights of three ways Jesus paid attention to the needs of others and demonstrated kindness, I set out for Lidl’s grocery store to buy a few items and notice lots of people.
To change someone’s day!
I meandered through the store on the lookout for avocados and young mommas or older shoppers who could use a hand or a smile.
I hunted down every aisle. But everyone seemed content, without need.
After picking up the last item on my list and some fresh bread I couldn’t resist, I walked to the cashier line to pay.
And I noticed someone.
I noticed the gentleman standing in front of me.
He was hacking into his hand. A lot.
Over and over, he hacked into his hand. Not his elbow. His hand. The same hand he was using on the credit card machine I was going to use.
Then I noticed the line next to me was also open.
Before he could notice me notice him, I scooted over to the next line.
I’m not sure that’s the type of noticing Jeannie meant in her post. (You’ll have to read it for yourself and decide.)
Scooting and Praying
In an effort to redeem myself, I prayed.
I prayed for the man and his health. And I prayed for someone kinder than me to notice him and share the love of Christ with him.
It wasn’t one of my prouder moments. But, honestly, it’s not unlike me to notice and run. Not because I’m a germaphobe—I’m not—but because I’m a shy extrovert.
I’m energized by being around people, but I’m scared to meet them.
A Work in Progress
Since that dismal moment that I noticed I’m a terrible noticer, I’ve had other opportunities to succeed.
I’ve done a better job of noticing people in need and offering a helping hand and warm smile.
But, without question, I’ve noticed I’m still a work in progress.
And that’s okay.
It’s okay because I have a faithful Savior who’s done more than just notice me. He offered His life for me. For us. And until He returns or calls us home, He is refining us.
God has promised to work in us who belong to Him and to create out of us a shining reflection of His Son, the greatest Noticer of all—Jesus Christ.
What about you? Are you a terrible noticer? Or have you developed impeccable noticing skills? Share your tips. And, like Angela, share a shout out to someone who’s noticed you.