stamps.
I was telling this to my friends last night, and I brought it up like, three times. I think they got a little sick hearing about it, but it's really blowing my mind. I wish I could write this out more eloquently, but my creative skills are lacking this morning. Too much wine last night, maybe.
Yesterday, a guy on the street approached me and asked me if I had a stamp. He was pacing around with a letter that was waiting for a stamp. A stranger asked me for a stamp, so naturally.
I carry stamps with me, in my wallet. I gave him one. Why did he think to ask me for a stamp? Why not 50c to go buy one? Why do I carry them with me? Really, what are the odds. He was waiting for a stamp. I HAD A STAMP. He asked me for change for coffee, and I said sorry, no. But... I had a stamp for him. I... It's blowing my mind. Five seconds before I was praying about how I feel like I wasn't loving people anymore. That I was no longer in situations that instruct me to love like God loves. love in action. was it? was giving that guy a stamp - well, what was it?
Yesterday, a guy on the street approached me and asked me if I had a stamp. He was pacing around with a letter that was waiting for a stamp. A stranger asked me for a stamp, so naturally.
I carry stamps with me, in my wallet. I gave him one. Why did he think to ask me for a stamp? Why not 50c to go buy one? Why do I carry them with me? Really, what are the odds. He was waiting for a stamp. I HAD A STAMP. He asked me for change for coffee, and I said sorry, no. But... I had a stamp for him. I... It's blowing my mind. Five seconds before I was praying about how I feel like I wasn't loving people anymore. That I was no longer in situations that instruct me to love like God loves. love in action. was it? was giving that guy a stamp - well, what was it?