As an introvert, I don’t have the gift of gab my husband, Ken, does. No matter where we go, he finds someone to talk to. Usually, it’s the insignia on a hat or a message on a T-shirt that sparks an introduction. Because Ken is willing to open up and share parts of his life, he discovers common interests with people. These seasoned conversations sometimes draw a thirsty soul to God. Sharing from our heart to people across the table in a restaurant puts us in a position to pray for them.

Jesus always had time to stop and talk to those who hungered for a word from God. He was willing to speak to a fallen woman at a well because she needed a message of hope. His conversation with her resulted in the entire town hearing the good news of the Messiah.