Due to my mother’s declining health, I have been the recipient of multiple acts of kindness lately, and those acts are like a touch from God to me, and I’ve learned to show more kindness toward others. It’s contagious.
I love getting together with some long-time high school friends–I don’t dare call them old friends, since we’re all the same age. Several of us have a girls’ pajama party one weekend a year. This past weekend I was touched by the kindness of those friends. Sherry, for instance, knows I’m allergic to gluten, so she went out of her way to find recipes free of gluten. She baked gluten-free muffins, tried over and over to make gluten free pumpkin pancakes and rice pudding. Just for me, because she knew I was allergic. And then there’s Doris, who reads my books and remembers them, and who made individualized pillow cases for each of us–mine was covered with cats. Then there’s Deb, who planned a gluten-free meal of salmon and rice, and didn’t even get upset when I had to leave early due to a change of plans, and totally missed the meal. Tess took off work early and rushed home to grab the chili she makes every year for our pajama party. It was, of course, gluten free. When kindness abounds, friendship abounds, and our friendship spans over forty years.
Another act of continued kindness comes from my mother’s Sunday school class. They not only visit her here nearly every week, but they bring food for the freezer. Those ladies know how to cook, and they have fed us many a wonderful meal, taking quite a load off my shoulders. They share not only food and time, but encouragement and letters and passages from the Bible. Our pastor’s wife, as well, comes nearly every Wednesday to visit with Mom, share memories and look at pictures. None of these are quick visits, but they stay and spend quality time with Mom, freeing me to get other things done.
As my mother continued to fail and her dementia worsened, we hired someone I have known from church for thirty-five years, who wasn’t presently working, and who has experience working with dementia patients. I’m amazed by her patience, compassion and kindness toward my mother, and the way she handles Mom deftly when sundowner’s strikes in late afternoon. This same person likes to shovel snow, and when snow hits, she sneaks to the homes of the elderly from our church and shovels the snow from their walks. She doesn’t want pay or thanks, she just wants to make sure they’re safe when they step outside. She doesn’t even see the beauty in her own heart.
I could go on about the wonderful acts of kindness carried out by people who have heard the whisper of God in their ear, and who obeyed, but how about you? Have you experienced acts of kindness in your life lately? Would you like to honor that kindness by sharing it with us? I’d love to read them.