Dear loud breather next to me in yoga class,

Thank you …

Really, I mean it …  thank you.

For reminding me how much I still need to die to myself …

For reminding me life is not about MY comfort, MY preferences, MY desires …

For reminding me that loving my enemies can happen in the most benign of circumstances …

For reminding me that Jesus never said that following him was about standing up for my “rights” …

For reminding me, every time you lay your mat down next to mine, to think more highly of another person than I do of myself …

For helping me exercise my soul, and not my body alone …

For helping me become a better follower of Jesus ... 

Dear loud breather next to me in yoga class … thank you.

I will be (eventually) a better person because of you.

Seriously, thank you.