“Every morning I liked to sit on my porch, sip coffee and read my devotional in peace, but all too often my neighbor, Gwen, would spoil the moment. She would see me outside and run over to talk about trivial things: her hair, the jump in her water bill, the grape juice stain her boys left on her sofa. I confess, I’d often brush her off with an excuse that I had errands to run. But then I felt like a hypocrite posting verses on Facebook, highlighting God’s word faithfully, then counting up the ‘likes’…yet not being able to be truly kind to my neighbor.
“One day during one of Gwen’s talk fests, she caught sight of my devotional, picked it up and skimmed through the pages. She confessed she used to go to church, but the people weren’t very friendly. I held my breath—it was as if God were shining a mirror so I could see my own reflection. Gwen had a heart for the Lord and I’d never known it. Worse, I wasn’t any better than the unkind people who made her feel unwelcome.
“‘Would you like to join me tomorrow morning for coffee and prayer time?’ I asked.
“She beamed and nodded. For the first time, she was at a loss for words. ‘I’d love nothing more,’ she finally answered.
“That night on Facebook, instead of posting another verse, I announced that God brought a new friend into my life who was already making me a better person. I smiled when I realized that His ‘like’ was all I needed.” —Sue Waters, 52, Atlanta