She’s never been very loud. Always comes, sits with joy in her eyes, and watches the happenings. She shares her feelings and is part of the group, but no one notices when she’s gone.
Then, on a winter retreat, she explains how we’ve been one of the biggest influences on her life ever, and because of us, she accepted Jesus.
We were an influence — and we didn’t even know it. Scary? I think slightly. Encouraging? I think definitely.