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Paying It Forward
Today’s post is a follow-up to A Goal of Love posted on Saturday, March 2nd which was about a hockey player taking time out of his day to be kind to a young fan. The goaltender was more than kind; he epitomized everything in this banner.
How often does something wonderful happen to us and we think we should pay it forward but something blocks our action to follow through. Perhaps we need reminding of this simple little gesture of good will by keeping these words at the forefront of our lives.
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A Goal of Love
Whether you are a hockey fan or not you might like this little item from a Toronto newscast last night.
Montreal Canadiens’ thirty-one-year-old goalie, Carey Price, took time to give a caring and meaningful hug to an eleven-year-old fan who had lost his mother to cancer last November. Carey is the boy’s idol, and the sheer joy of the moment moved the youngster to tears.
Here is a small clip from the newscast:
“Carey Price was a class act, not only giving Anderson two signed sticks, a signed puck, signed his jersey and mini-stick, but he also gave him the biggest hug,”
Anderson was not the only one moved to tears…yours truly also shed a few to see such an open show love. Happy Saturday.
Reminders
Seeing this little black capped chickadee being quiet among the blossoms reminds me to also take time out to be still and quiet.
We all need reminders in the ordinariness of life to take time out to reflect on our purpose for being here, our connectedness to each other, our need for compassion and tolerance, and most of all our desire for all things good and our need to combat all things that are not good.
Reminders are important because without them we tend to forget that we are our brothers’ keepers…and our sisters, daughters, sons, parents, grandparents, spouses, neighbors, countrymen and humanity in general.
So, like this little black capped chickadee, let us sit among the blossoms and let it be a reminder to breathe in the scent of life as we would have it be.
Sunshine In My Heart
Poetry is another pleasant pastime of mine. It’s been quite a while since my poetry muse has paid me a visit but yesterday she came along and told me to write about the sunshine in my heart. And so I did.
SUNSHINE IN MY HEART
Though the day be dull and dreary
There is sunshine in my heart
Though I’m sometimes weak and weary
There is sunshine in my heart
When the world seems so unfair
With sadness everywhere
With families torn apart
There’s no sunshine in my heart.
When someone says, “I love you tons”
I have sunshine in my heart
When healing hugs replace doldrums
I have sunshine in my heart
When people care and show compassion
When coldness is replaced with passion
When these give life a brand new start
Again, there’s sunshine in my heart.
Pleasant Surprises (3)
Compassion speaks volumes not only to the deaf and blind but to all who would be in need of a hearing ear and a caring heart.
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Compassion is language the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
~Mark Twain~
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Don’t Just Pretend to Love
Is there any other word in the dictionary or Bible or world for that matter that fills a being with the best of feelings? True love moves us to want the best for others, to have compassion, to offer protection…as when one’s umbrella is not large enough for two. May God touch you life with his true love today. Happy Sunday.
Fruit of Love
Dr. Wayne Dyer has been one of my favorite authors for many years. Here is a tiny excerpt from his book, Real Magic, where he quotes Mother Theresa from her book, For the Love of God.
“The fruit of love is service, which is compassion in action. Religion has nothing to do with compassion, it is our love for God that is the main thing because we have all been created for the sole purpose to love and be loved.” (Bold italics, mine.)
To love and be loved…how many of us know this, and better still, practice it? It’s something the world needs now.
How blessed are those who experience the fruit of love.
Hold Your Head High
Standing for what you believe in regardless of the odds against you and the pressure that tears at your resistance…is Courage
Keeping a smile on your face for the sake of supporting others when inside you feel like dying…is Strength
Stopping at nothing and doing what’s in your heart that you know is right…is Determination
Doing more than is expected to make another’s life a little more bearable, without uttering a single complaint…is Compassion
Helping a friend in need to the best of your ability, no matter the time or effort…is Loyalty
Holding your head high and being the best you know you can be when life seems to fall apart at your feet, facing each difficulty with the confidence that time will bring you better tomorrows, and never giving up…is Confidence
Hold you head high and make your life better every day.
This was a 2002 Internet message which I had copied into one of my journals, and came across yesterday. It is good to know that what touches our hearts and opens our minds, is good for passing on, no matter how old the message.
How Do I Love Thee?
Some people will read no further than this title thinking that because of the word “thee” it will be of Biblical content. Not so. It is actually from the poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)…How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Ways. However, I am going to put a new spin on it because I am moved to do so.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love you with compassion in your thoughtless ways.
I love you when your ire is up and when your guard is down.
I love you for infrequent smiles that are your very own.
I love you in the times you let your inner bully win.
I love you more for times when you reign that bully in.
I love you in the many ways that you appear aloof.
I love you when uncalled for, you offer up reproof.
I love you though these things are not the you you’re meant to be.
How do I love you? Unconditionally.
Has the time come for all people to come to the aid of our world? Can we do with unconditional love whatever is in our capacity to do to heal our brokenness? Can we ask with Elizabeth Barrett Browning, “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.”
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