Last Friday, I decided to run by Hammond's Ferry to take a picture for an ad I'm doing. I NEVER do this because Friday mornings are pretty busy for me and I just go home to relax before picking the girls up. But I had energy and knew it wouldn't take long so I busted a u-ie and off I went.
I park, gather my things and start walking to the dock. I see a young man sitting under the pavilion, staring at his phone. Usually I would just roll my mat out and pretend like I was going to practice all along. I mean, how weird is it to just roll your mat out, set up blocks to hold your phone, strike a pose while sipping some Alo water and then leave?!?! I can practice yoga all day long in public but taking pictures is a whole different thing.
I gave myself a mental pep talk as I walked: "Who cares what this guy thinks? You're a grown woman. You're getting paid for this picture so you're basically just doing your job. Yea, but he doesn't know that? He's just going to think I'm some millinial trying to be an Instamodel. Do you even hear yourself? Today is the day you start doing what you want without worrying what others might think. You're right! I am woman. HEAR ME ROAR!"
I get all the way to the pavilion to discover that I forgot my blocks. 🤦♀️
I look back at my car and thought I really wanted this to be a quick visit. So I look at the guy and ask, "Hey, do you mind taking a quick picture of me? I swear it'll only take a minute!"
Who am I?!?! I NEVER do this!
He begrudgingly gets up and starts walking my way. His movements were slow and his gaze down. I stuck out my hand and introduced myself and promised it would only take a minute. We start to walk to the dock and I look up at him and ask "are you ok?"
Tears began to fall from his face as he shook his head. I stopped, turned towards him and started rubbing his back like the Mom I am and just repeat, "it's ok" over and over. I asked if I could hug him and he said yes. The waterworks really turned on and I knew that THIS was the reason I was at Hammond's Ferry at that moment. He told me he had no hope and shared some details about his life. I shared with him my attempted suicide and told him I knew exactly how he felt. I asked if I could pray for him and he said yes. I grabbed his hand and I prayed for him right there. We chatted some more and then I left.
As I drove out of there, I thanked God for that opportunity. I thought of all the people I had missed because I was too focused on the task at hand or too insecure to speak up. I also thought how special that boy is to God that He would direct his path to Hammond's Ferry (he said he had no clue where he was or how he even got there!) and then send me there for him.
This week, let's keep our eyes open and REALLY see people. And if you're the one who needs some hope, I assure you God sees you. He knows what you're going through and He is with you.