Tonight on the way out of Kmart, a presumably homeless man asked if I could spare some change.
I had a ziploc bag of change in my purse.
I handed the bag to the man.
His face lit up like the lights on my tree- brilliant, shining, and full of life.
He thanked me. Then, he offered his name.
He wanted to be known. It caught me off-guard.
He thanked me again. I wished him good luck.
Change. I offered him change (and, of all things, luck) and he offered me his gratitude and his name.
. . .
This small exchange weighs on my mind tonight.
I gave change.
A homeless man named Travis Mills may have changed my perspective.
This season, I want to acknowledge and celebrate individuals. I want to give with a grateful heart.
I want to~
I want changed giving.
. . .
I'll let you know the strides I make in this quest of my heart.