“Each heart knows its own bitterness and no one else can share its joy.” Proverbs 14:10
Maybe it’s time to take unrealistic expectations off other people. No matter how well I try to explain what I’m going through to others, they’ll never completely know how I feel. They can’t, and that’s okay, because God knows.
He sees every detail of my life. He knows every twinge and hurt endured along the way. I can come to him with my need for mercy, healing and peace.
He knows the thrill when something good happens. Others may get it to an extent, but there is one who understands completely.
Yes, we share with others. We tell the griefs, share the joys and listen to theirs. We carry each others burdens the best we can. But if I’m looking for another person to fully get it and understand, my search is going to be futile.
Here is my comfort: “But he knows the way that I take … ” Job 23:10
There is One who knows and may He keep you in His tender care.
“Hatred stirs old quarrels, but love overlooks insults.” Proverbs 10:12 (Living)
“Your own soul is nourished when you are kind…” Proverbs 11:17 (Living)
Ignore the arrow
look past the jab—
be the one to move on.
Leave the low road
choose the high road—
let love cover past wrong.
When extra portions of relatives are served in multiple courses strung out in all kinds of settings, yesterday’s quarrels can simmer on the back burner—waiting to be stirred.
What keeps us picking up the puckering persimmon? It’s the emotion we’re embarrassed to admit, yet find so hard to leave on the shelf. Hatred is a stirring spoon that feels good in the hand, but dishes up a bitter aftertaste.
Here’s a dare to lay down the agitated stirring spoon and pick up a ladle of love. Love that overlooks insults. Love that spoons sugar into the green beans and dollops whipped cream on pumpkin pie. Love that satisfies the palate and says, this is good. Serve the kind of love willing to take the high road and overlook insults—allow them to fly by unaccepted.
Be the one to set a table full of kindness. Kindness that offers a seat and helps carry the load. Kindness that settles, soothes and despite cutting the pie into enough pieces to go around, manages to remain whole.
Because kindness somehow sneaks back into the giver. It boomerangs into a nourishing balm for one’s own soul and is always needed. Always.
This Thanksgiving, may love and kindness be served in abundance
and may they start with me.