40 Days of Compassion

I believe I’m really starting to feel compassion slowly working it’s way into my daily routine. I still get angry and upset and impatient, but I’ve begun to notice that the Spirit reminds me to think about compassion in these situations a bit more readily.

What a blessing this challenge has been for me. Yet, at the same time, I’ve been completely floored with how it has been just that- a challenge.

Some days I cruise through, allowing fellow motorists to merge, doling out hugs to people who look like they could use one and just being carried along by God’s whisper. Other days, I suddenly look up and realize I’m surrounded by the figurative corpses of those I’ve actively chosen to avoid helping.

I think the blessing lies in the fact that at some point (or points) throughout my days, I am aware of the need for my acts of compassion. Sometimes this awareness arrives in time for me to adjust my behavior and other times it is, how you say, L’esprit de l’escalier. Recently, I’m starting to feel these nudges, these whispers, this awareness of the presence of the Lord at a bit more increased rate. I’m glad I can write about the journey here.

And today, once more unto the breach, dear friends…