"Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around."
~Leo F. Buscaglia
Why can't we be more like the flowers of the field? Gently blowing and rubbing upon one another throughout each day. Instead, we sometimes turn ourselves off to a loving touch, pat on the back, warm hug, and light kiss. Why do we put up barriers?
1 Corinthians 13:4-7
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Some people feel of the soft feathers of my down comforter. Always willing to embrace me just as I would wrap this warm blanket about me on a dark, dreary winter morning. Yet, we all know those people that are made to feel like sandpaper, gritty and abrasive on the outside. These differences vary greatly throughout our world form one person to another. While we think we always know what to expect on the outside when we encounter our neighbor, our friend, our child's teacher, our members of our family, we don't always know about what these people are facing on the inside.
Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.
Each person is carrying their own burdens in this world. When I was a teacher, I had to remind myself daily that I was not aware of the environment that my students were leaving each morning. What might appear one way on the outside was not always the case. Therefore, through love and kindness, I could give my boys and girls a soft place to fall. They could expect kindness from me each day. It was my job to follow through with the delivery of love.
I reminded myself that a singular touch or kind word can make all the difference to someone at the bottom of the valley. Even though some days are bad hair days, every day can be a day of giving from the heart. The gifts that I share do not have to be monumental, the smallest act of caring will do. Rarely do any of us come out of the valley of despair and travel to the peak of success all alone. There is generally someone that has helped to guide us along this path to prosperity.
All four of my children have been delivered by cesarean sections. With each surgery, I am more and more aware that something could go wrong. This last February, I was unable to mentally be a part of my son's delivery because I was steeped in prayer during the entire procedure. It was a simple touch on the forehead from my husband that nudged me back to be able to focus upon the monumental moment in the life of our family. This gentle stroke was a true gift to me in a time of great blackness.