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.

No matter what, buy the person behind you in the drive through, the person next to you at lunch, smile and hi to a perfect stranger. If you have ever been done for some one or had someone do it for you, you know it's most amazing feeling.

 

 

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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.

Carey Price

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.

Jen O'Donnell's photo.

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.

 

 

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.

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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.