Snapshot of my afternoon in the park

I came home from school today, exhausted as always, and there was only one thing I wanted to do. I grabbed my Bible and my (borrowed) guitar and headed to the park. I sat down in the grass and prayed it wouldn't pour down rain because I have no guitar case, and of course Jesus held it back for a few hours so I could play away. Lots of people would stop and listen, some would come sit by me, and a few came up to talk to me. I love the random things people say and do, it's one of the reasons I love life so much. And let me tell you, one of the few who stopped to talk left me laughing so hard I wanted to cry. It wasn't because he said anything humorous, it was the fact that our entire conversation from start to finish was so Jesus. And yes, parts were so awkwardly hilarious that I was dying inside, but in the end all I can say is that it was Jesus.

Now that I just described that in the most ambiguous way possible, let me say how it all went down. Note: this all happened in French, so know that this is my best effort at translation.

French dude rides up on his motorcycle, I'm just there sitting in the grass, strumming and singing away.

"Uhh... are you depressed?"

Me- "Excuse me?"

"Are you depressed? You know, sad?"

"No not at all! I'm actually really happy."

"Then how come you're all by yourself in the middle of a park playing guitar?"

"Well, because this is my favorite thing in the whole world to do."

"Do you write your songs?"

"Sure thing."

So he asks me to play one and I do. I told him I only sing in English and he told me he doesn't understand very much English at all. He really liked the song, and apparently, understood it too.

"I think it's about God being in control of everything, yeah?"

Me- "Exactly!"

For a moment he looks thoughtful. Then he just looks at me with a "hmmm" expression. I don't know how else to describe it, it's just a kind of face that French people make.

Then the usual. An invitation to go to a party, I tell him no thanks, he says, "Oh you don't go to parties?"

"Nope. Never, actually." 

"So you're not that kind of girl then?" 

"nope."

He looks impressed. Not impressed as in "woah!" but in the sense that the very thought left an impact on him.

"So I guess I won't get to see you again then?"
I smile. "Sorry."

"But I'm here all the time, I mean playing guitar in the park is my favorite thing to do, remember? So you'll probably see me around."

He looks doubtful, then smiles and says it was nice to meet you. He drives off, and well, I start laughing. So loud. 

I don't know why, but I just know that Jesus was there. I think that somehow, some way, said French dude did some soul searching in that moment. I was just happy to witness it.