I love my job. I really do. I get a chance to do several things through it. One, I get to look at some really cool houses and then show them off to people like I know what I’m talking about…which most of the time I do. But seriously, if you ask me how to rewire a house and how much it would cost, I’m probably not going to know that. Sorry! Two, I get a chance to meet some really neat people and work with some really great friends, which is always a good time.
Today I met a young couple, and we looked at houses for about 3 1/2 hours. They were a thoroughly enjoyable couple. We were able to have an easy conversation the whole way through that time frame, and then when it was done, they called me back to let me know how much they liked the restaurant I had recommended to them. It was just a fun time.
I don’t know if these people will move here from out of town. I don’t know really a whole lot about them other than what I learned in the time we spent together. But I appreciated their energy and their honesty. What stuck out about this time I spent with this couple is after leaving them, I felt refreshed. I didn’t feel tired and worn out like I do sometimes.
Then it got me thinking. How do people feel when they leave me? Do I wear them out, or do I lift them up? Do people count the hours till I leave or until we can hang out again? I hope it’s the latter, but I know that some days I’m a bear to be around. Those days I usually try to avoid people altogether. I don’t know that that’s the right response, but that’s what I do. Or sometimes if I’m in a bad mood I try to go hang out with kids and just play. That usually helps a ton!
I don’t have much of a point today other than I always hope to lift people up instead of tearing them down. May God’s grace and love always shine on you through me, and if it doesn’t, may we be good enough friends for you to set me straight!