What SMALL Act of Kindness Were You Once Shown That You Will Never Forget?

"Too often we under estimate 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 Buscaglia 

I am grateful because throughout my life, there has been no shortage of small acts of kindness. I am blessed to have a loving core group of family/friends. As I reflect on this question, one particular act does come to mind. For those of you who know me personally, you know that a year and a half ago, my life was forever changed. On September 4, 2010, I suddenly, unexpectedly, and tragically lost the person I was closest to, on this earth, my little brother. I was rocked and shaken to my core. I know in my heart and the depth of my soul, the ONLY reason I am still here today, in my right-mind, is 1)- God LOVES me, and will never leave me or forsake me AND 2)- people who love me, prayed for me (night and day), and continue to do so. I am so thankful.

But to get to small the act of kindness... 

When it happened (the loss of my brother) and for weeks afterward, I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed. I went through so many different emotions and phases in my grief, but at this time, I was in a phase where I didn't want or didn't have the urge to do anything; not to eat, work, move, or even breathe... thankfully, my dear grandmother came and stayed in my home with me and took care of my daughter, for I couldn't even do that. (That's not the act of kindness though, for that was a big act of kindness [for which I shall forever be grateful]... but we are discussing "small" acts of kindness). 

No, the small act of kindness that I'd like to share, happened one day, when my sister came to visit. My grandmother was so very worried about me and had asked my sis to try and convince me to get up... to at least eat or drink SOMETHING...
But my sis, being sensitive to His (God's) spirit, in her, came upstairs, took one look at me (laying in bed, in the fetal position, crying my soul out)... and she, without a word, CLIMBED IN BED WITH ME. She held me from behind, in the fetal position, right there with me, and said NOT A WORD. We lay there like that together, until I cried myself to sleep. To this day, she may not know, that as she held me, I felt as though God had wrapped me in His arms... I felt as though I was laying my head on His lap, crying out to Him and being held and comforted, by Him. ~ ~ I shall never forget that small act of kindness, for it is forever imprinted on my heart. ♥ 

"All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action." ~James Russel Lowe 

"And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it as a representative of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through him to God the Father." Colossians 3:17

If we are sensitive to God's spirit and willing to allow Him to use us, we can share His love in ways that can literally change/save a life.I won't say that I got out of bed that day, but I will say that I believe that was the first in a series of small events/people that God used and continues to use, in the process of healing my heart...  Sometimes the things that matter most in life, aren't found in the big and grand gestures, don't cost a lot of money, and don't even require a word to be spoken... but are found in the smallest acts of love. ♥ 

Be blessed!...And BE a blessing!


If you'd like to read more, about my brother, my grief journey, and/or how my Faith has sustained me, visit my blog at: My Brother's Keeper. A Sister's Journal <<<CLICK HERE<<<<