Hi, friends. To be honest with you, I debated whether this post should go live today or not. Since writing it, life has taken a heartache-filled, roller-coaster ride, and I wasn’t sure that this was the time or place to share it.
But God…He’s been whispering something to me over the last few days, even as doubt filled my heart and the tears overflowed.
Sometimes the story changes…but the message doesn’t.
And so I share it here with you today.
And if you would pray for my family during this journey and time of loss, we would be so grateful. We know God is good and that He will heal our hearts. Blessings.
We walked with her through the crowds several Saturdays ago, her hands joining us as a family of three. Amid the chaotic scenes of ferris wheel lines and bouncy houses galore, the permeating scents of greasy, delicious cheese curds and deep fried Oreos, and the musical sounds leading up to Mandisa, I felt myself breathing thanks again.
Thank you, God, for this moment. For today…that we can be us.
And I had no idea that He was going to take that moment and etch it in our hearts forever.
You see, as we walked through the Freedom Fest, held every year in Janesville, Wisconsin, our sweet four year-old daughter stopped. She let go of my hand and turned to her daddy.
“Daddy?” She pointed toward two middle school-aged girls sitting on the ground, having a snack. “Daddy, those two girls are so beautiful! Can I tell them they’re beautiful?”
He smiled and released her hand, and in all of her 40 inches of tallness, she bravely walked over to them.
“You’re really beautiful!”
The girls smiled back and returned her words. “Thank you. So are you!”
And what my husband noticed, that I somehow missed, was the true reaction of the two girls our daughter had bravely approached. Her simple words had made their day…and he could tell it just by the looks on their faces.
Our sweet girl had taken the time to go beyond herself to make someone else’s day.
It’s not a secret to any dreamer out there that sometimes we get caught up in all of it. In writing, in adventuring, in looking for the next big thing that will push us to take another step.
And there’s nothing wrong with that. Dreams require drive and determination. And bravery.
But I also wonder something else.
What if we, busy as we are, stopped to go beyond ourselves once a day…even once a week? What if we made it a habit to look for ways to encourage others? (<==== Tweet this.)
I walked through the back porch door with Maelie several weeks ago. We’d been at the park for our weekly Thursday play date with friends, and though it had been hard to get up and leave the house that morning, I’d made us go.
As my feet hit the porch and the door closed behind me, I looked at the little glass table and saw it.
It wasn’t big. It was little. Simple…but beautiful.
You see, she knew. My friend knew that I’d seen one line instead of two that morning. She knew how much my mommy heart ached to experience it all once more and how that dream just didn’t seem to be happening.
And so she went out of her way on a very busy day.
She picked a daisy, put it in a little vase with a red ribbon tied to it, and wrote a sweet note.
Just a reminder. Yes, He loves me. 🙂
And it was in those moments that I was reminded….Jesus does love me.
He loves me in the ways that I don’t see, in the best ways that I can’t possibly understand. But he does.
And though tears dripped that afternoon and my sweet Mae wondered why, I was so grateful…grateful that a sweet friend had taken time out of her day to bless me.
There are too many times when I become overwhelmed with my dreaming journey. The next step seems so difficult, the busyness of everyday crowds out the time I need to actually step forward, and sometimes it all just seems impossible.
I don’t know if the dream of becoming a mommy again will happen…I can’t see the future, and we aren’t promised those kinds of things. But I do know something.
I know I’m loved. I know we are all loved.
And I know that the small act of kindness shown by my friend is something I will hold in my heart for a long, long time. On the hard days, I will go back to that daisy and the precious friend behind it.
Or, I think of those two girls…we never even learned their names. But I wonder if, on days when they’re not feeling beautiful, my daughter’s words might return to them.
I hope so.
How can you change the world today, my friend?
Who needs a little love?
Who can you encourage?
Who knows? A small act of kindness just might make someone’s day.
Or, even, their life.
Let’s do this! (<==Tweet this.)
Shared by: Mel Schroeder