"Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see." Mark Twain
Sometimes life hurts. Sometimes it feels like a heavy fist squeezing so tight around your heart that you're sure it's going to crack. And sometimes it seems like there will never be any relief.
It's been that way this week, watching the news, seeing the pictures of victims of the Malaysian plane shot down, and also, all the violence in the Gaza. Innocent people going about their everyday lives - gone. Killed for no reason. Their families and friends now left holding only their memories in their hearts.
I wish the world was kinder. I wish people everywhere wanted the same things - to live in peace and love. Wishing won't make that happen, but maybe if each of us live kind and loving in our corner of the world, it'll shine a small light and make a difference.
I'm grateful for....
-all the kind and loving people in the world. I believe there are so many more of them then of those who hate.
-a smile from a stranger. I remember the times I felt hopeless and alone and someone would smile at me. Their smile gave me hope to hold on and keep fighting.
-my kids - they're my biggest motivation to live kind.
-the power of nature. No matter what's going on, I always find courage and peace from walking in the woods.
-Mostly, His gentleness and kindness towards me is a constant. That makes me want to live everyday doing the same for others.
Happy Thursday, Guys!