There is always something that we can do for what comes into our life. It may be in small or huge measure but no matter -- still something we can do. Many of us think that to do some good it has to be in such a grand or dramatic way or presentation. Well, some are lucky to have it that way but most of us are not that lucky. In our small world we do small things..BUT with a big big heart. That in my book is a grand thing to do.
A stranger not even a friend came to the wake of my late husband and came to me and said...
'I am just a small woman living a humble life but your husband has been good to me.. giving me a job and good advise on coping with my family problems. What I can only offer you is my prayers for his journey home to God and for God's strength to carry you through.' Then she went back to her seat and silently sat there for how long I didn't notice. But when I gazed at her face (as I snatched a few minutes away from the flurry of other guests)... I noticed and believed she already had began her prayers. Prayers -- that means all the world to a grieving family. Prayers which storm the gates of heaven in behalf of someone is all that God awaits for Him to pour down His grace and blessings and even more. Bless her gentle soul.
One good friend of several years came on one of the other nights there and without further ado wrapped a warm knitted shawl around my shoulders and said...'it's cold here, this will keep you warm'. It felt like her heart wrapped itself around me. How I needed something like that in that rare moment.
A group of nuns, about 8 of them, came one night. They were acquainted with one of the community projects of my late husband. Their spokesperson stood up and said to me that they would like to offer a song. They did. They sang a beautiful song with angelic voices that tugged at everybody's heart I could sense and see... as it did mine.Music is indeed the language of the heart and soul.
A new friend doctor of my youngest daughter did something grand and quite unexpected... something which he needn't have done and yet did when we were at the hospital then. I mention it here now because it deserves to be here. And I know when he sees this blog he will know what I mean. ----My youngest daughter's ninong came and without any fuss gave her an envelope as many of them did that night all through the wake. A tradition of our culture. But this was a small gesture which generated a huge bang... and I mean BANG! When we opened the envelope late that night after all the guests had left... lo! a check gazed us straight in the eye in huge numbers. I felt my eyes grow big yet my heart melted with deep joy appreciation and thankfulness. ----
Love comes from the most unexpected places.
People have their limitations. We all do. There are things which we can't do even if we wanted to for reasons real and perhaps necessary. But if you persist to do what you feel you should or must despite restrictions or limitations...because it is what your heart dictates.... then you have succeeded to stand 10 feet tall and reached the skies with your heart. And there you will see a very pleased God smiling back at you. Oh what I mean is this....
that a God smiling at you and what you do or did is felt in your heart.... always. It is a wonderful feeling!
A stranger not even a friend came to the wake of my late husband and came to me and said...
'I am just a small woman living a humble life but your husband has been good to me.. giving me a job and good advise on coping with my family problems. What I can only offer you is my prayers for his journey home to God and for God's strength to carry you through.' Then she went back to her seat and silently sat there for how long I didn't notice. But when I gazed at her face (as I snatched a few minutes away from the flurry of other guests)... I noticed and believed she already had began her prayers. Prayers -- that means all the world to a grieving family. Prayers which storm the gates of heaven in behalf of someone is all that God awaits for Him to pour down His grace and blessings and even more. Bless her gentle soul.One good friend of several years came on one of the other nights there and without further ado wrapped a warm knitted shawl around my shoulders and said...
'it's cold here, this will keep you warm'. It felt like her heart wrapped itself around me. How I needed something like that in that rare moment.A group of nuns, about 8 of them, came one night. They were acquainted with one of the community projects of my late husband. Their spokesperson stood up and said to me that they would like to offer a song. They did. They sang a beautiful song with angelic voices that tugged at everybody's heart I could sense and see... as it did mine.
Music is indeed the language of the heart and soul.A new friend doctor of my youngest daughter did something grand and quite unexpected... something which he needn't have done and yet did when we were at the hospital then. I mention it here now because it deserves to be here. And I know when he sees this blog he will know what I mean. ----My youngest daughter's ninong came and without any fuss gave her an envelope as many of them did that night all through the wake. A tradition of our culture. But this was a small gesture which generated a huge bang... and I mean BANG! When we opened the envelope late that night after all the guests had left... lo! a check gazed us straight in the eye in huge numbers. I felt my eyes grow big yet my heart melted with deep joy appreciation and thankfulness. ----
Love comes from the most unexpected places.People have their limitations. We all do. There are things which we can't do even if we wanted to for reasons real and perhaps necessary. But if you persist to do what you feel you should or must despite restrictions or limitations...because it is what your heart dictates.... then you have succeeded to stand 10 feet tall and reached the skies with your heart. And there you will see a very pleased God smiling back at you. Oh what I mean is this....
that a God smiling at you and what you do or did is felt in your heart.... always. It is a wonderful feeling!
interfere with what you can do.
-- John Wooden
