It was another cold, dreary, dark morning that I drove through on my way to work. At that time in my life I was sinking down into some depression, finding it hard to cope with ongoing stress and pressure. I really couldn’t explain why otherwise. It must have been gradual but that month I realized I could hardly get out of bed in the morning and didn’t even want to decide what to wear or put on makeup. The least little thing brought tears to my eyes. However, little things encouraged me, too. For example, when I drove through McDonald’s to get my diet coke each morning there was a cheerful worker named Mary who took my money just about every day. She’s short, a little rotund, has a tooth or two missing, but always has a kind, cheery voice and smile. I was amazed how much her happy smile blew a little gust of wind into my droopy sail, even if all she said was “thank you, have a good day!” I told her that day, “Your kindness and smile make my day.”
In better times, little acts of love are still a blessing. Today at church during the worship time, we were singing along when I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. I turned around to see a friend’s smiling face. Continue reading
