Maybe it is the small acts of kindness that make the world a better place.
Maybe there are times in our lives when a random act of kindness shifts our thinking and breaks chains of bondage in our thinking.
Could one act of kindness really make such a difference?
This is what happened to me several months ago at a checkout counter, in a random gas station, in the middle of Mississippi, when I could only scrap up two quarters from the floor of my van…
I needed just enough money to pick my kids up from school and drive them the thirty-six miles home.
My wallet was at home and we were new to the area. I only had one friend to call on, who just happened to be busy on this particular day. Hubby was at work and I had run out of gas thirty-miles from home. Six miles left to the school and thirty-six miles back home. Pretty sure I was not going to make it.
I stepped out of my car, praying this fifty cents I had found would be enough to make it to the school.
Let our shortcomings be covered with grace and mercy. Let the messiness of life be covered with His loving-kindness. Let His love overwhelm us even in the small moments of life when we don’t feel His touch.
I pushed the two coins across the counter–praying my lack would be enough.
“Here, put twenty dollars in her tank.”
She never looked up from her phone as she handed the clerk a twenty-dollar bill.
My eyes filled with tears as I attempted to say thank-you. She didn’t know what she had done. She had no reason to gift me with nearly a full tank of gas. She wasn’t even looking for anything in return. She didn’t know this simple act of kindness let God’s love flood my heart.
I got back into my car reminded of the love of God.
I couldn’t believe it.
I couldn’t believe God would move through someone else just to remind me of His love and kindness. He really is that good.
Nothing can stop God from keeping His promise to love us always—not even our messiness.
See, this woman had no idea I was doubting God this particular day. Doubting His promises. Unsure of the future. And just plain feeling sorry for myself. I had allowed life’s circumstances to cloud my thoughts.
So… I told people about this random act to remind them Heaven still invades earth through kindness.
We not only extend His kindness to others, we also need to accept it for ourselves.
Often times as women it seems easier for us to extend kindness to others than receive it ourselves.
Sometimes we get so busy trying to solve life’s problems that we miss the kindness of God. We miss the blessings He has bestowed on us.
“The Lord is gracious and merciful; slow to anger and great in loving-kindness,” Psalm 145:8 NASB.
God’s kindness is repeated all throughout the Old Testament. It radiates through the life of Jesus and penetrates Paul’s teachings. And it’s the very theme of the Gospel of John and his three epistles. It’s the very thing that has brought us new life.
“It is the kindness of God that leads us to repentance,” Romans 2:4 NASB.
We can’t afford to not receive it with thanksgiving, because the world is a mess and needs kindness desperately.
I am more than ever aware of the kindness of God in my life. Kindness I do not deserve. Kindness in the middle of my mess. Kindness when I least expect it. Kindness when I am doing it all wrong.
I receive it with thanksgiving because I can’t afford to miss it. I’ve been thinking about how not to spend my entire day in overdrive trying to meet all the needs around me, missing the very kindness of God. You can’t change a thought process without doing something different.
So, I started leaning in more, listening to the Spirit. Taking five-minutes a day to mediate on God’s kindness. Recording His goodness in my journal.
So, I encourage you to take time to rest and reflect on how God has been good and kind. Allow God to heal and encourage you.