Kindness isn’t wasted

How do we show children we love them?

Sometimes, I slip a little note in my kids’ lunch boxes. My youngest still enjoys the notes and looks forward to the smiley face and love letter I occasionally add.

It’s such a small thing.

I didn’t think it was a big deal. Just a little “magic” to give her a smile and warm fuzzy at a chaotic time of day.

I was out of town for work two days this week. Both days, my youngest made a double batch of smoothie for her own breakfast and for her older brother. She also added a kindly worded note on an index card, mirroring my own notes, but tempering the language because 13 year old boys don’t receive “I love you” in the spirit in which it is intended.

Have a great day
A note a little sister wrote to her older brother.

The notes I wrote mattered. And they taught a little girl how to share kindness and love.

The little, small, consistent actions matter–perhaps more than the grandiose. God is found in whispers, in gentleness, in kindness, in smallness. An ocean can roar, yes; but it can also gently whisper in the seafoam as it trickles ashore. The Kingdom of Heaven is built big and small.

I’m going to visit a kind little girl at lunch today.

 

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