Meeting Strangers

My dad was always good with strangers, regardless of how they looked or their social abilities. Maybe it helped that he was comfortable in his skin & had his own drumbeat, so I never saw him get jittery around anyone. On the other hand, I  don’t think I inherited my dad’s amiability.
I’m trying to get better with that because I’ve felt the Holy Spirit challenging me with this. It’s an interesting journey, when I’m more friendly with strangers. Not only do I learn new things, but I’m beginning to appreciate the unique perspective everyone has about life. I’m also enjoying that being friendly can open the door to pray for people, either on my own or with the person. Maybe there’s not as much stranger danger as I had once believed 🙂