Kindness...

Kindness is possible from every single person on this green and blue planet we call home...every..single...one...I read a heart warming story just now and thoughts poured in and pour out on this screen...with tears holding place in my eyes, I continued to read about a young boy helping his elderly neighbour as she was feeling poorly and not able to do what she needed, including going out for necessary items. When the seven year olds school bus pulled up, the driver waited and when asked why, she replied 'because anyone helping others deserved a few extra minutes.' The next day, it was told, that when her young bus riders boarded the bus they each had items for the elderly neighbour...blankets, food, candles...necessities...what a blessing we can each perform for others and then watch it spread, and spread, and spread....

I touched upon this yesterday...and today it seems to be the theme once again...within abusive relationships this is something that is noticeably absent...just basic human kindnesses are withheld...the lost one, the survivor ache for kindness, for human touch that doesn't come at a price....we weep at stories replete with moments of humanity that strike a chord deep within...we flinch at angry words and mean-tempered-ness...we soak in any and all moments of kindness and draw from it for days...we pass it along, smiling at the man who says good morning in companionable shopping mode...laughing at the child playing peekaboo behind his harried mother...

Once again showcasing a dreadful lack within the one who has trapped you within walls of fear and loathing. Those tiny tidbits of affection doled out with increasing scarcity? Those fluff balls of nothingness are used to keep you hoping, to continue on with the destruction of everything you were and are...breaking it down into tiny bite size pieces and replacing them with lies, with cruelty, with fear, with abandonment and neglect...

Do not be fooled, it is premeditated and carefully orchestrated. Always...every minute of every day, thought over, mulled over, dissected and reworked to create the perfect plan of chaos and rage.

Ah the delusion that lives and breathes within them...it is Goliath on steroids, Sauron with ten times the crazy... even the devil takes a second look at the earthly demon in disguise...

See them for who they are...masquerading as funny, sweet, charming, caring men...the signs are there, the flags rippling in the wind for you to see if only you take the time. They slip up...mess up, make mistakes, react in anger before thinking...I saw it...but chalked it up to a one-off...no dear treasures, those are your signs of impending doom and gloom served up on a bed of daisies, just to keep it creepy and off-kilter.

"My heart is stirred by noble theme

as I recite my verses for the king;

my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer." Psalm 45:1

Each time I open the bible (I have determined to read the Psalms, chapter by chapter) I find I see something new, despite having read it the day before...this verse was that for me today...so poetically phrased and aligns with my heart of hearts...

My heart is stirred....impassioned in the face of duplicity and evil works, most especially to women and children who fight each day to remain breathing, to remain sane...

I recite these verses in prayer, in supplication for the lost...for the infirm and tortured souls..I recite to the King in faith, in hope...

My tongue...I hope it is skillful, motivating, encouraging...I pray that my pen paints a precise picture of a day in the life of a victim, a survivor...I hope and believe that someone will see, will read and will find the door open to walk through to a place of peace, of safety and protection, of grace and mercy, of love that never ends, never disappoints...

May you go about this day and each day ahead, with a new sense of life, of living and loving, of what you deserve and are infinitely worthy of...

May your hearts be steeled for battle...courage pouring into your spirit, reminding you of the warrior you truly are...never forget it my friends...walk in faith, in hope, in a belief in something bigger than yourself leading and guiding your steps, and watch the fireworks begin, watch the miracles enfold and amaze you...

Go with God each minute, every hour as the days pass through you and behind you into the past...may the present moment be full of joy and healing laughter to lighten the load you bear up under...

God grace you with love to soothe the soul...a balm to your mind...