Flabbergasted

As the hot water poured over the dishes that she was washing, she listened to "Hello, Nessa." Between the soap suds, the yellow gloves, and the smell of lemon fresh, she laughed and enjoyed Nessa's answers to questions sent in by listeners. Then the voicemail she had left for Nessa came on. Her friend Christina had told her earlier in the day that Nessa had said some really kind words about the voicemail, but she still wasn't quite prepared for what Nessa had to say. Her voicemail had been an attempt to encourage regarding some tough life choices that Nessa was having to make.

She slowly forgot about the dishes and stopped scrubbing, listening to the words that lifted her spirit and reminded her that she was okay, especially if Nessa could see it. "Nicole...she gives me faith in people. She reminds me that there are still really good people out there, genuine people. 'Cause, you know, this day and age, I've run into a lot of fake and flaky people and just the little messages that Nicole sends and just what she writes on her blog, I absolutely adore her."

She felt truly humbled and deeply blessed by these words. All she really wanted to do in this life was live fully, love those around her, love her God, and encourage others.

Maybe this would include not writing about herself in the third person. "Hmmm..." she thought as she finished up and covered the drying dishes with a towel, "I'm just not sure."