By: Chaunte McClure
Dear Church Lady,
At least 20 years have passed since the day you made a positive impact on my life, but I’ve never taken the time to say thank you. Perhaps you never thought twice about those few moments we shared, somewhere around the spring of 1996, but I’m a firm believer that it’s never too late, while we’re alive, to express gratitude.
When I was a college student visiting home one weekend, our paths crossed while in the parking lot either before or after worship service. I honestly don’t remember what we talked about or if you were just being cordial. I do remember these words: “You know, you’re a beautiful young lady.”
I had what you obviously thought was an unexpected reaction because you gave me an unexpected response. I was surprised to hear such a complement, so blushing, I quickly turned away, too shy to even make eye contact with you. Noticing my response, you said, “I see you don’t take compliments well, do you?”
You were spot on. No, I didn’t take your polite expression well because I wasn’t accustomed to getting compliments about my physical appearance. You were the first person, as far as I can remember, to call me beautiful. As a result, it didn’t take long for me to believe that I am beautiful.
This is not a vain attempt to stroke my ego but an opportunity to say thank you for building my confidence. Thank you for telling me that I’m beautiful.
With a grateful heart,
Thanks to Every Woman blogger Crissie Kirby for inspiring this entry. Read her post To the Mom of the Little Boy in Church.