We all have hard days. Wednesday was a hard day for me. I had a lot to do…..I didn’t feel real good physically……I had the female-hormone-thing going on (!!)…….and my soul was heavy with many things. It was just one of those days that I had to hang on to God and keep doing my work.
By the afternoon I was feeling very “fragile”. You know, like if anyone yelled at me or even scowled I felt like I would cry. If you don’t know what I mean by that, you are either a man or you are a VERY even-keeled woman who isn’t old enough yet. (Smile—and we thank God for you because someone needs to be even-keeled!)
I had to go to the store for my “final shopping for the Thanksgiving meal”. I do this every year. I actually plan it. I know that I will forget something…..so I always go to my local grocery store the day before Thanksgiving. I think I’m on to something, because the store is packed with hundreds of over 40 year old ladies. It’s like a cultural club–we all toddle around each other. It’s kind of a “belonging” feeling.
Well there I was sandwiched between a lady looking at the bananas and the employee who needed to stock the salad bar. I was clearly holding up the employee. I looked at her and said, “I’m sorry.” She smiled at me and said, “Honey, you aren’t in my way.” The tone of her voice was full of warmth and kindness. Her words wrapped themselves around me and gave me a strength that I didn’t have when I walked into the store. She couldn’t know how her words impacted me. Because of the day I was having, her words soothed and calmed my soul. I was freshly aware of the power of kindness.
There are people all around me…..especially this holiday season……weighted down with anxiety and care. What an opportunity to extend God’s kindness to those around me. Lord, help me think of others as more important than myself! Help me to speak kindly. Help me to drive kindly this month! Help me to spread kindness.





This past Monday I had the unique opportunity to help my brother unload 100,000 brand new baby chickens into the chicken houses on our family farm. It’s quite the job and I always forget how hard it is until my muscles are aching in pain. My brother, on the other hand, has no problem with the workload because he’s done it so many times. His body is used to the difficult labor.


