IT’S THE LITTLE THINGS

PAY ATTENTION TO THE LITTLE THINGS

RECENT OCCURRENCES OF ‘LITTLE THINGS’

Every little thing no matter how small is a chance to make a difference in the world. The other day I was walking back to my car from the Post Office. I turned the corner toward where my car was parked in the parking lot. Someone was by my car.

There an elderly woman stands facing my car. She is removing dry leaves from around and under the windshield wiper blades. She doesn’t see me as she completes the task. It’s the little things. I speak to her as I approach. She seems embarrassed to be caught in the act. I smile, put her at ease, and we share a laugh together.

A couple of days later I get a text from a friend who reads this blog. Her text says, “I just read your blog for the 2nd time this a.m. I was feeling down yesterday. … Your blog encouraged me today. I can make it. God is with me! I need to trust Him more! He does have a plan for me. So thankful for how He uses you in my life.” It’s the little things. My blog post encouraged her, then she encouraged me back. This year I’ve been tempted to stop writing because of discouragement and then I hear how God still uses what I write.

My daughter walks in the front door. It’s late. I’m in another room. “I’m home,” she calls out in a cheerful voice, her routine greeting. I appreciate it. It’s the little things. It settles something in me to hear her say she’s home. I’m pleased that she chooses to make her voice happy even after putting in a long day of work. I thanked her for that nice touch a couple of weeks ago. She said she does it on purpose so I know it’s her and not someone else. That’s a kindness.

I walk the hall at the retirement home to my dad’s room and knock on his door. I wait a minute. “Come on in, Norma,” He says with a smile upon opening the door. My father is always gracious. It is pleasant to be welcomed with a smile (and sometimes, a hug). I return the smile. It’s the little things. He’s happy to see me, and I’m happy to see him.

“You take my room (has a queen bed), I’ll take the spare room (has a cot with a sleeping bag),” my bachelor son says to me. I’m at his house for a week-long visit. He goes to work at 6:30 a.m. to work a ten hour shift. I try to convince him that I can take the spare room. But he’s not having it. “I can’t do that, Mom. It wouldn’t be right.” It’s the little things. His insistence makes me feel special. He wants me to have a good night’s sleep and to be treated well. That pleases me.

“You can sit here,” Dad’s tablemate says to me, “I’ll be leaving as soon as my food comes.” A staff member brings the food in a stack of boxes. The gentleman stands up, offers me his chair, and encourages Dad and me to have a nice lunch. Residents have assigned seating in the dining room. I am grateful we won’t have to find other seating. I appreciate his kind gesture. It’s the Little things.

Little things come in all shapes and sizes. An offer of a ride to an event, being treated to a meal, an unexpected gift, help with a chore, an offer of assistance with a troubling issue, helping someone at the grocery store. Kindness in action through thoughtful deeds and caring words make the world a little better off.

The weight of living can wear our spirits down. We need the kindnesses to prop our spirits up. Many mood lifters are found in the little things people do for us and we do for them. By the way, people are lonely. Phone calls count. Simple cards, gifts, and the occasional visit say others matter to you. Pay it forward.

We all can be that person. It’s all in how we look at life. We can look for the little things. We ought to be thankful for them. We can make the doing of little things part of our daily good habits. We can find ways to help people by recognizing opportunities when they present themselves. If you ask me, I think being thoughtful in word and deed is part of loving others. Of course, that’s a good thing. Even when it’s taking a leaf off a windshield.

It’s the little things.

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—- IN ADDITION —-

You may enjoy reading my post about the Paradise Camp Fire on its 1 year anniversary. From my Meridian Woman Blog.

Remembering the Paradise Camp Fire

 

NEEDED: A KINDER, GENTLER PEOPLE

LET’S START SOMETHING

LET’S BECOME OTHER-FOCUSED…

On August 18, 1988, George H.W. Bush said, “But where is it written, that we must act as if we do not care, as if we are not moved? Well, I am moved. I want a kinder, gentler nation.” People took notice. A kinder, gentler nation were words to heed and they inspired hope. We welcomed them like a breath of fresh air. Might this be an apt time to re-engage the public conversation with a similar sentiment? The upcoming election cycle might be a perfect time to return to the basics.

Do we need a kinder, gentler nation?

The answer unequivocally is, yes we do.

Many believe we as a people have strayed too far from any common ground that could or would unite us; that we are living in a cultural civil war–a war of words, values, and beliefs; that we are so completely divided that whatever hope we once had has gone by the way of the dinosaur and is now an illusion, a dream that will never ever come true. That would seem to be a given and the general consensus.

But for one idea that governs them all.

There is always hope.

Hope speaks life. It says we have the means to change our ends. Hope starts with the individual. Change happens one person at a time. You are that person. What you do, how you act and react, matters a great deal; just ask your children, parents, employer, employee, colleagues, church family, contacts, teammates, social group, and the people you meet.

You matter. Your life makes a difference.

You are needed.

Your self-talk influences the conversation. Self-talk provides the lens through which you view your thoughts and actions. You have a part to play. Some people impact the lives of others more than you ever may, but everything you think, act, or do impacts your life in some particular way. Your thoughts are a constant presence in dictating how you live this moment in time.

Your mind constantly sorts, grasps, deletes, and makes plans. Rather than submit to hopeless or helpless feelings and any self-focused or narrow-minded limiting factors, you can do better. All of us can do better. Your influence, visibility, passion, and vision make this a probable possibility that should not be dismissed nor disregarded as too late in your personal narrative or in the ongoing national and international conversation.

Yes, we can do better.

I can do better.

Lasting are the legacies of those whose lives are lived with drive and purpose. People cannot keep what they give to others. An irony is embedded in this. Whatever the person gives or doesn’t give becomes the way in which they are remembered. An overtly selfish person is remembered as self-absorbed. A person bound to their money and possessions is known for their on-going pursuit of a massive financial portfolio and all their material ‘toys.’

Less well known are those who care about their fellow human beings: People’s circumstances, living conditions, dignity and value. Those who live to give, who choose to live to bless, who find purpose and meaning in an other-focused trajectory rather than a self-focused “me” outlook, live on an entirely different plane. By living to bless anyone they meet on their daily path, these individuals discover something of importance that has lasting ramifications. The process has shaped them into generous people. What they give freely beyond their actions is a form of inner peace that speaks goodness to whomever it touches.

The way of love acts from its core essence of peace.

Love and peace go hand in hand.

There’s a family in Africa who feeds children that have AIDS. Here’s why. Sometimes these children with AIDS receive less food when there isn’t quite enough food for their whole family. These children are seen as less viable. This couple took an interest when they became aware of these hungry, suffering children in their community. They decided to feed them. What started small has grown. What at first was just a few children is now many children to feed. This family provides a hot meal as best they can but the couple’s personal resources are limited. A family member of mine shared with me the need for financial means to buy bulk food staples to help this couple feed the children.

Love is like that. It sees a need. It cares. Then it does something about it, at personal cost of time, money, and effort. I love this couple’s heart and their willingness to meet a need, just because they care about hungry children defined by their illness.

That tugs at my heart.

Blessed are the pure in heart.

My cousin, a farmer, visits an eldercare facility to share a few words of spiritual cheer with the residents. They love him for it. Although his mother–who used to live there–passed on a couple of years ago, “Pastor Jeff” continues his weekly visits. He cares about the people who live there. I asked him why he still goes. He says he enjoys the time he spends with those he’s come to know. His visit is an event for the residents. For him, it is a gift of presence and love.

He gets it.

People matter.

As we think in our heart so are we. Interactions with one another have the ability to bypass the areas where we part company in our set beliefs. An open mindset that centers your mental faculties and physical energies to include others you meet regardless of their beliefs, race, socioeconomic status or whatever, is an underlying principle that subconsciously guides any action. With this in mind, we take notice of people rather than ignoring them.

You can’t hate others when you care about them.

We can change it up. We can have an optimistic outlook. Our lives can make a difference.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

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P.S. This post comes from my manuscript on other-focused living, a nonreligious writing. The manuscript lacks a title. I’m open to any suggestions.