About seven months ago, I was living in Australia with my sister-best-friend (she’s a touch closer than just a bestie) in a granny flat on her parent’s waterfront property. It was getting late, and we hadn’t quite sorted out dinner; I think we were having one of those lazier Netflix days when dinner time snuck up on us. No one felt like cooking. I also believe my female hormones were getting to their peak, so we caved into getting a good ol’ cheat meal. We hopped into the car and off we went to find some good grub. I don’t drive, so I volunteered as tribute and went inside to order our food. Not long after being in the line, a young boy and his mom stood behind me. I finished with my order, moved out of the way and proceeded to wait.

As they joined the line, I stood there and thought it would be nice if I paid for their meal…then I brushed the thought away. Their turn came, and I noticed them struggle with the change they had – a process of counting coins and re-adjusting the food they ordered until they just made a decision and ordered.

Meanwhile, this whole time I’m having a conversation with myself, telling myself to just pay for them. The other side of me said ‘no that’s weird, they’ll think I’m are a weird person, a weird Christian.’

In the end, I received my food and headed back to the car. In my heart, I knew I should have paid for them, and I chickened out. I felt shame, but mostly I felt tired.

I am so tired of being scared to show kindness.

Seriously, the worst they could say is no! Or if I had been clever, they would have never known it was me. After I had thought about it a lot, I came up with some ideas on how to work on my kindness.

  1. Budget for Kindness. Look at your budget and figure out how much flexibility you have to do so. Is it coffee, cake, both…is it for one person or two?
  2. Preplan. Try and have the cash or change in your pocket, and maybe if you’re really trying to do it secretly, attach a note to money so when you hand it to the cashier so they can read it and know it’s for the next person’s meal. You will never have to say a word!
  3. Do it with a brave heart. Rejection isn’t the end of the world, and it’s not a good enough excuse not to try.

I forget a lot of things, like what I wore the day before, or what I was going to buy from the store. However, I will never forget that boy, his mom and that moment. I don’t want to be scared anymore of being kind. After all, it’s the whole point of being put on this earth!