You'll probably be completely stunned to hear this, but I'm not really all that great with people. Apparently, I don't seem to offer much emotion so they can't really interpret what I'm thinking (even when I'm pleased), and I'm really horrible in situations where someone else needs comfort. Generally, I end up blubbering right along with them, which is helpful in some situations and not-so-much in others. Of course, there's the traditional you-just-come-across-as-a-complete-and-total-jerk thing, too.
So, with those things in mind, you're going to think it's odd that I feel like God has called me to be an encourager. I mean, it's the last thing you would call someone like me to do. When I think of encouragers, I think of this lady who went to my church. Her name was Evelyn (So pretty. I want to name a daughter after her. Isn't Evie the cutest name you've ever heard?!), and she was an encourager from the moment I met her. Granted, by the time I was 10, she was almost 80 so she had a lot of time to practice.
But I learned something from Evelyn: letters go a long way, and some people just need to be reminded that someone is thinking of them.
It's true. We're not supposed to seek the approval of men, but let's face it. It's hard to continue taking on tasks when we're constantly met with thanklessness, or worse yet, disapproval. And I think most of us would admit that we really don't want anything more than a simple "Thank you." Honestly, I think a lot of us would admit we just want someone to remember we're there.
That's my goal. I just want to spend some time each week reminding other people that I see them...that they matter...
Maybe in the process I won't come across as such a jerk.