The Wallflower

She stood quietly… off to the side of the room,

Watching…waiting…wondering if she would be chosen.

There it was again. The longing.

Longing to be noticed.

Longing to be somebody.

Longing to be…chosen.

Would this day be like all the others?

The popular and pretty, flitting around the room like beautiful butterflies, landing

here, then landing there … always chosen first?

Or the promiscuous, those who were willing to compromise, pulled into the fray and

passed from one to another, barely making eye contact with each partner before

moving on.

But she was different. Proper. Never forward, but always inwardly fearful, just on

the verge of running away. Fearful of remaining invisible…fearful of saying or doing

the wrong thing…fearful of rejection. But mostly, fearful of never… being… chosen.

And then, she noticed Him. Had He been there all along, beckoning her to allow Him

in? Or had He just entered the room? She couldn’t be sure, but He was drawing her.

Every ounce of her being felt like all movement in the room had stopped. Something

was … so … different about Him.

How she came to see Him no longer mattered. Here He was. Moving toward her,

hands outstretched, beckoning her to join Him. Inviting her to move with Him… to

step onto the dance floor… to answer the deep longing in her heart.

The longing for more…more love, more intimacy, more acceptance, more life. He

was asking her to give up her position on the wall…to love and live…to come away

from the wall. One faltering step after another, she felt like she was walking on air.

Heart pounding, soul singing, she moved silently toward Him. Today was her day.

He was inviting her to dance!