Tuesday, November 20, 2012
A Soft Heart
In a world where all too often all we hear about are the mean things, the tragic and horrific things, I often ask God to not let my heart grow hard.
I want a soft heart.
Sometimes that hurts. Sometimes it is too much. Sometimes I don't even want to drive in my car for fear of killing a butterfly or wooly worm caterpillar trying to cross the road. Sometimes I am overcome with all that needs to be done, that I can't do.
But usually, it helps.
It helps me to be peaceful when things seem unfair.
It helps me to have patience when the person in front of me can't find the money they are looking for.
It helps me to be kind to servers and neighbors and strangers.
It helps me to strive for goodness in my life and the life of others....goodness of body and soul.
It helps me to be faithful in the little things that no one will ever see.
It helps me to be gentle with my words and actions.
It brings me love and joy.
I have more tears when my heart is most tender.
Tears of joy.
Tears of wonder.
Tears of thanksgiving.
When my heart is soft, I am able to rise up with enthusiasm each morning and believe the best is about to be...like the sign from pinterest says:
I am more thankful when my heart is soft. How is your heart?
Happy Thanksgiving to friends far and near!