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31 Days: You


Two tough words in a row. You is a word I need to get better at using. I'm very good at looking in the mirror and caring about what I see looking back at me but I'm not so good at seeing you. This photo is a perfect example of that. I was so absorbed in taking this photo of a huge mirror in a hotel in New Orleans that it wasn't until I had the photo developed that I noticed that my friend Nancy was reflected in the mirror.

I used to think that I would have been a terrible journalist because I don't think in questions. But now I think that I don't think in questions because I don't care enough to ask. I recently got back from a business trip where I spent time with people I didn't know very well. Aside from where they worked and what they do, I didn't know much of anything about them, other than what I could tell from their Facebook posts. When one of them would ask me what my hobbies are or how many siblings I had, I'd find myself thinking, "Dang, I should have asked them that." I would always reciprocate and ask them the same question about themselves but I was never the one who initiated the questions.

I want to get better at thinking in questions, in delving into how people think and how they feel. I want to do this in my personal life as well as with this blog. I want to know how I can help you with my posts. How I can minister to you and your needs.

Until I can get better at seeing you, I don't think I will be able to truly see me.

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