He is one of the few that can talk to me before 9:00am and I won’t complain.

I am not, and pretty sure will never be, a morning person. Five days a week I ride in the passenger seat of Luke’s truck on our way to work, and I can’t remember the last time we spoke even one word to each other during those rides.

This morning we passed the usual three to six persons that take their daily walk on our road. Some of them wave, most of them wave, but some of them do not. As we passed by the dedicated exercisers, I waved, and waved and waved and… Hey! That guy didn’t wave back! Does he know how much effort I put into raising my hand to wave to him when I would much rather take a morning nap? (Which I do sometimes.)

It is quite tiring to lift my hand for a wave that early in the morning. To be honest, I don’t even wave my hand back and forth; it just goes straight up and then straight back down.

I’ll admit I was a little embarrassed. I’m sure if Luke and I could have a conversation that early in the morning he’d say something like “rejected by an old man!” “loser!” “haha.”

Seconds after I was rejected a wave by that old man, we were coming up to a lady walking with water bottles in hand, and she was ready to start her morning off right. I didn’t wave to her. I feared rejection. Instead of waving I closed my eyes and decided to start my day off right with a little nap! Because the seven to eight hours last night was obviously not enough...

Then I started thinking (I hate it when that happens, it interrupts me every time!) I’m really glad that the first time God was rejected he didn’t decide to call it quits and take a nap. If he did than I wouldn’t be where I am today. Literally, I wouldn’t exist. What is even more unbelievable is that he knew he would be rejected, and not just once, not just a wave. His whole creation would be rejected over and over again by the millions.

If I knew that old man wasn’t going to wave back this morning I probably never would have waved to him in the first place. But why? What would I lose by waving to that man and “receiving nothing in return” from him? I’m not sure what I would lose, but I could gain some things like: humbleness. I mean, I waved. Why does it even take me so much effort to wave? I should be awake and happy that I am. Maybe I could learn to appreciate the next person who does take the time to wave back. I will learn to appreciate God for knowing years before I was born that I would reject him, and he still chose to create me.