One of my favorite poems by Robert Frost is Wind and Window Flower, which goes in part like this: Lovers, forget your love, and list to the love of these: She a window flower, and he a winter breeze. Perchance he half prevailed to win her for the flight, From the fire-lit looking glass and warm stove-window light. But the flower leaned aside and thought of naught to say, And morning found the breeze a hundred miles away.* Despite being a person who likes to be on stage, I have always struggled in one-on-one conversations. I would rather talk to a thousand people than one person. In high school I often used this poem as motivation to push myself outside of my comfort zone. I never wanted to be like that flower, who, thinking of nothing to say, missed out on what could have been a life-changing relationship. Today this poem reminds me to share the gospel. If I choose to keep my mouth closed, morning might find that person a hundred miles away. ...
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