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.