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I had a conversation yesterday that it would have been really easy not to have.
I took Joshua to the pediatrician for his 4-month check-up – just me and him. We sat in the waiting room, the baby making his normal gigantic smile at anyone who would look at him. Across the room sat a little girl who was probably 8 or so. She and her mom couldn’t stop staring at Joshua and told me how cute he was.
After awhile, we were the only two groups left waiting. I motioned for the girl to come over, let her coo at and hold the baby. Her name was Carlie and she had beautiful, long brown hair with a turquoise streak.
And when I asked her what they were there for, she told me her parents had just gotten divorced, they had just moved here, and she had to see a new doctor.
They got called back then, and she handed Joshua back and frolicked through the door in the way of 8-year-old girls.
It would have been easy to ignore her. But it was just as easy to say hi and I hope make her feel that she was special.
I drove home from the doctor’s office crying a little. I want all my encounters to be like this: to treat people like God sees them, as absolutely precious in every way. It doesn’t matter who it is or how they see me. To God, you are amazing.
I just want to see like He sees.