Intention is placed at the onset of each day. When I begin my work at the computer, I am greeted by a Rhema greeting. Some time ago, I came upon a message that spoke to my heart. I have kept some as guideposts to shed light on the obscure. How the random one appears is a mystery I enjoy. I take the pearls and feel the smoothness from their hands to mine. Somebody has amassed a wealth of divine information to pass along. I keep the ones that speak to my heart. I keep them for nourishment, for the good they can serve anyone through me from them.
” I am but a tiny pencil in the hand of the Lord.
None the less, He writes beautifully. ” _ Mother Theresa of Calcutta
I have chosen to share this Rhema to explain that the good reaped has been seeded in all of us by God. We just share differently the good we do…
How can we console Jesus? The suggestion this morning in the Rhema was to CONSOLE Jesus. It arrived simultaneously within an hour of my writing the blog and receiving a call from my friend Pauline Garron. She asked what the name of the new blog will be, and I still didn’t know it except that it had to be about kindness. The letter K from the previously written blog To Become Alphabetically Savvy, calls for journaling or writing “To be Kind”… Pauline thought she experienced the kindness of the ladies at a support group for the bereaved as they listen and respond with kindness. I think Jesus is consoled by our listening to His parables to impart kindnesses in our daily lives.
The first line of 1 Corinthians 13 reads “Love is patient, is kind, and envies no one.”
It is in honesty that we cultivate friendships.
“One of the greatest assets to a good relationship is honesty.” _Rembrandt
That has been imbedded in our hearts as we release our burdens to heaven in prayer, and even trust our friends with the sins that weigh us down. Regardless, I searched and found a marvelous gift written and printed in a book of poems given to me years ago by Joyce Miller, then Iutcovich. Time passes yet much that truly matters we never forget. Kindnesses are like that. Be kind as love is.
The last line of 1 Corinthians 13 reads “There are three things that will last forever: faith, hope, and love, and the greatest of these is love.”
” A Prayer for Everyday” begins with nine words that speak volumes:
” Make me too brave to lie or be unkind.”
Only the weak can rely on falsehoods to get by, to slide, to slither like a snake.
Only the disgruntled can be unkind.
The bravissimo in the bravery of speaking the truth stands shoulder to shoulder with being kind.
” Make me too understanding, too, to mind
The little hurts companions give, and friends,
The careless hurts that no one quite intends. “
Can we march together in this parade of asking God to make us too understanding to throw the dirt that makes us lose ground?
” Make me too thoughtful to hurt others.
Help me to know
The inmost hearts of those for whom I care,
Their secret wishes, all the loads they bear,
That I may add my courage to their own. “
I honestly think we can recognize the bruises pulsating from flung poisonous intended words. The ignorance of the people who grappled at announcing Barron Trump appeared to be autistic. The wedge in their heart could not have been less than the one felt by so many. How crude, how stupid, how insensitive, and unkind! The apologies were never uttered. The smear had merely begun. Who wins this battle?
” May I make lonely folks feel less alone,
And happier ones a little better yet. “
We can measure with a yardstick the progresses made. We can mark the spot. We can choose to do the seemingly almost impossible, and then leap wholeheartedly to make the difference. It is quaintly contained with one’s personal INTENTION.
” May I forget
What ought to be forgotten; and recall,
That ought to be recalled, each KINDLY thing,
Forgetting what might sting. “
And the prayer poem ends with a great wish from the poetess Mary Carolyn Davies …
” To all upon my way,
Day after day,
Let me be joy, be hope! Let my life sing! “
Sadly her demise clutches my heart because she surely could not have foreseen the future. She passed alone in room surrounded with manuscripts that live here to honor her there.
May her pure intentions be an elixir to all who read ” A Prayer for Every Day. ”
Be star shine daily my friends, and be kind as love is.