When people come to the end of their lives & look back, the question that they ask is not usually, “How much is in my bank account?” You find the questions such a person asks are very simple: “Did I love well?” “Did I live fully?” “Did I learn to let go?
I'm doing a journaling plan through the Bible app. "Are We Loving Well?" This is a 15 day plan. This is from Day 2.
Who can I be kind to today? (RAoK - random acts of kindness)
Do Justice, love mercy, Walk humbly with your God.
Kindness is Love's quiet acts. The gentle hand. The encouragement. The last cookie and the unexpected small gifts. The little glimmers you can bring into someone else's day.
There is definitely a time in love for grand gesture, but love is built upon those tiny moments. Several large stones does not a foundation make. They must be shored up and ground in mortar. Just the same, ever grand gestures in a time span may be remembered, but they are performative. They serve vanity. They cannot stand on their own. Kindness, real and true, and small and frequent, serves as the grout. The sand and mortar. and without it, all the grand gestures will tumble to the ground.
Like grains of sand. Small and consistent and utterly, overwhelmingly, unstoppable.
I'm doing a journaling plan through the Bible app. "Are We Loving Well?" This is a 15 day plan. This is from Day 1. (Which is yesterday at this point)
The patience of Corinthians is not an idle waiting. It is prayerful. It is meant to be time spent in God's perspective. We don't wait while tapping our foot and checking our watch. We Pray. We remain available. We see if they need our help. We love a person for who and here the yare, not who we think they should be.
God loves us like a parent and a friend. Parents are patient and kind. Gently guiding their child. Letting them stumble and fall, but never too badly. They stand waiting while we shout 'I do it myself!!: And a friend holds our hand while we stumble through. Providing unjudging comfort and encouragement.
I need to look to God for this template of love. I need to keep my loved ones in prayer and keep myself in patience.
Philippians 3:13. Forget what has passed and strive towards Christ.
Don't marinate in past transgressions and faults, but seek improvement and progress towards mutual goals.
Towards God, who is the cornerstone.
Focus Verses:
I Corinthians 13:4
James 1:4
Romans 2:4
And also added Philippians 3:13, which was the focus of Sunday's preaching at my church.
Even when I’m miserable I want everyone to be okay. When I’m depressed and frustrated I feel a little bit of relief when I hear someone else is doing well or is happy. I’m glad to know that when we’re apart someone isn’t thinking or talking about me because they have their whole life and own interests. I’m so fucking glad that the universe doesn’t care that much about me. And that every person that does, gets to chose not to whenever they want. That means that every moment they do, it’s intentional care.
Besides being a hauntingly, beautiful melody, there is so much goodness in this imaginative work of art.
Snow is on my mind. After glorious sunshine and temperatures in the 60s today, those pretty people on TV that try to predict the weather here in this East Tennessee valley say that snow’s coming … even though the daffodils are blooming. So, I thought it would be cool to take a REEL to REAL look at Sia’s Snowman video.
I came across this sweet, catchy tune in December after my husband found the…
Oh Lord, sometimes when I see a need, I want to
RUN boldly…
Bulldoze…
Crash in and help in ways I think will help.
And yet, I feel the need to tip toe,
be cautious,
not assume that I know or understand
what’s best.
At these times I realize how very human I am.
But…I’m thankful that because of your love & forgiveness,
I can
RUN boldly…
Bulldoze…
Crash in and ask you to help in ways…
Too often, it seems, we can get caught up in the day to day routine that we forget about the quick passing of time. Then, when we experience the loss of someone special, we realize that we took for granted that they would always be there and never really said the things that we wanted to say to them.
When my wife’s grandmother turned 80, we celebrated her with a special birthday weekend. Five…