If you are a good girl like me, chances are that moving toward others is easy. We will help others, serve others and pray for them, too. But there is a distinct possibility that if they turn it on us, we will move quickly on and deeply inward. We retreat to our comfortable living room behind the wreath-wearing front door of a well-built house with its white picket fence.
I will smile and wave at you from a distance, because who you think I am is infinitely more important than who I really am. Especially when I’m in a funk.
The Bible is filled up and overflowing with people who had to get close in order to be healed: The woman in the crowd. The leper. The blind man. To be healed, they had to be touched. To be touched, they had to be close.
Good girls tend to think we are the exception.