Be The Stranger

This past Friday wasn't a great visit at the doctor's office. I stepped on the scale, bummed to see that I have officially reached the 35 pounds gained point at 34 weeks. I was pretty proud of myself for my minimal weight gain through out most of my pregnancy, but the past two months Gunner has not been playing around in his growth and obviously my growth too. 

Not only was I bummed to see that number, it definitely wasn't fun to hear my doctor tell me that I needed to be careful about the food choices I was making. She assured me I was fine, that it was probably just the holidays, and was super sweet about it...but let's be honest, what hormonal, pregnant woman wants to hear something about their weight? Yeah. Exactly. 

Later that day, I was at Walgreens picking up my next month's round of prenatal vitamins. The woman checking out in front of me had her hands full with her daughter who refused to give up a package of cookies that needed to be scanned. I couldn't have been more surprised when that distracted mom turned around, looked straight at me, and said, "You look super cute, by the way." I smiled and thanked her, and she went on her way with daughter in tow. 

My day was instantly 100 times better.

When I got home I told Cody what happened. He reminded me of Hebrews 3:12 that says this...


I'm not saying that that woman was without a doubt an angel. She may have just been a fellow momma who knows how fat you can feel at 8 months pregnant. Either way, it really made me think about how I treat strangers.

I consider myself to be pretty polite and considerate. I cringe when people are rude to waiters and I go out of my way to say please and thank you to anyone serving me, but I really want to be more intentional about how I act toward and treat those around me. I'd like to be the stranger that makes someone's day 100 times better. 

Here are a few small things I'd like to do...
  1. Pay for the person behind me in the drive thru. 
  2. Compliment someone at the store. 
  3. Offer to help someone carry/load their groceries. 

What about you? 
Has anyone ever been that stranger you needed?
Do you have any experiences where you were "the stranger" for someone else?
How do you think you could be "the stranger" for others?


I'd love to hear your ideas in the comments below.