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So my wife suggested that I need to lighten
up for a blog or two…..said too much thinking can make a person’s brain
hurt. How about running back to a
variation on a topic from last summer.
You may remember the posts about pennies from heaven last summer and
fall. If you don’t you can dig into the
archive if this one inspires you to do so.
To set the stage a bit, I often take the dogs
out for a long walk early in the morning.
That way, it feels like I have more of a reason to get my exercise than
just moving my legs. I see and hear all
sorts of things when I go…at least once the sun comes up enough to see. The other day I was walking my usual route,
and happened to glance down. Nope, it wasn't money. It was a nail. Just an old rusty nail. I picked it up, put it in my pocket and
brought it home to throw away. (I have
to put that part in, because there are some people who think I don’t ever throw
ANYTHING away!)
That isn't the first time I've picked up
nails or screws along the side of the road.
But it was early in this walk, and as I continued on my way, I got to
thinking….always a dangerous proposition I know. I thought to myself, “You know, nobody
driving by that spot will ever know I picked up that nail, but who knows, it
may have just prevented somebody getting a flat tire.” And then I thought, “I hope somebody out there
is picking up nails out where I drive, watching out for me, too.” Now normally, I wouldn't even bother to tell
you I do this kind of stuff. (And you
probably would just as soon not hear it, too!)
But I ended up over at my cousin’s factory, and was telling him the
story, then got a good chuckle. He said,
“You know, I’m always picking up nails and screws, too. Especially over at the parking lot by the
store. Seems like there’s always a nail
or two that fell out of somebody’s truck.”
Maybe this means the trait is hereditary. I wouldn't bet on it, though. But we laughed, and realized that,
truthfully, we probably have prevented
a flat or two down through the years.
In this day and age when everybody seems to
be so out for themselves, for getting what they can get no matter who it
affects, and where hostility, violence and road rage are rampant, maybe we need
the antidote of doing something nice for people who will never know. And, doing those things whether anybody ever
knows or not. (You wouldn't know either,
except I needed a blog topic!) Like
those bumper stickers that talk about random acts of kindness. Seems to me if more of us were taking time to
watch out for one another, instead of finding ways to nitpick at each other, or
demanding that our OWN “rights” don’t get trampled, we’d have a kinder
world. I guess, to me, this is a lot
like the places where Jesus talked about folks who give someone a cup of cold
water, or who visit folks who are sick or in prison. In those cases, they find out later that God
notices things like this. And God
rewards things like this. But not
because you do it seeking a reward. Because
you do it as your way of showing God’s love to somebody in simple little ways.
One of the most impressive acts of kindness I
ever saw was a young woman I knew who had a terrible case of MS. Nearly bed fast, scrawly handwriting, balance
and speech ability seriously impaired, she used to send get well cards to
people she knew in the hospital. I can’t
tell you how many times I’d visit a person in the hospital who would pull her
card out of the stack of cards they had and say, “Can you believe this? As hard as her life is, she took time to send
ME a get well card.” I told her a time
or two, but I don’t think she ever really realized how much those cards of hers
touched the lives of others.
There are lots of ways to reflect the love
and kindness of God to others, some more visible, some unseen. What are the ways YOU make your corner of the
world brighter? Maybe it’s time to find
some new ones, cause there are a lot of nails out there just waiting to flatten
the tires of somebody’s life!
TL:dr Kindness in simple deeds never goes unnoticed
by God.
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