I was nominated by my fellow writer, https://magnoliajem.com/2018/08/02/random-acts-of-kindness-award/
I created this award and wanted people to feel appreciated and to be honored in a way for their acts of kindness be it directly or indirectly. I have been shown so many kind words, help and recognitions that I am blessed.
This site is a great way to connect and I appreciate it for letting me write.
Random Acts Of Kindness Award, RAKA
This award is given to anyone you think shows kindness to another blogger or writer or to the community here on WordPress.
If you know someone who has shown you or anyone else an act of kindness please nominate them for this award.
I believe that any act of kindness no matter how small can significantly impact another’s life. So I feel it is great to acknowledge those who practice kindness.
The rules are simple.
1- Tell who you nominate and why.
2= Copy and share the picture that shows the award, posted above.
3- Share a paragraph of something that impacted your own life in the way of receiving kindness or how you extended kindness to someone else.
For instance, ” I once was waiting in a drive thru line for 20 minutes. I was in a hurry but the line did not move much, it felt like. My day was getting worse by the moment. When I got up to the drive thru window, the cashier said someone had paid for my meal already. That really made my day a lot better.”
4- Nominate anyone or share to your own page. If you so choose to Participate. Tag or pingback to the original person who nominated you, or the original post. https://mwsrwritings.com/2018/07/30/random-acts-of-kindness-award-ka/
When I was around 23 I felt as if I was in a life of uncertainty. I felt like everyone I had trusted and believed in was a deceiver, and were fakes.
I was at my childhood church and when the service was dismissed, I walked to my car.
The preacher there at the time came out to talk to me. He had noticed perhaps that I was sad. He also knew my heart was heavily burdened. He approached me with such a loving demeanor, that my guards went down. That one approaching me lasted into several hours. While we sat in my car, long after the church people had left he listened wholeheartedly to my story. I am sure he would have liked to head to his house and eat his lunch meal but he stayed with me. He watched my cry he watched me get angry and he felt for me in a way I believed right from the start. He was not a faker he genuinely cared. I had known him and his family since I was a baby and in those hours I felt he truly cared. He assured me I was not alone, that God loved me and he loved me. He also told me all my “secrets” I had carried as my burden, that others knew the truth. He made me feel much better. He made me relieved to know that others could see through my family’s façade and that everyone was praying for me to find true love and acceptance and peace. In those hours, I felt my heart healing. I felt my story was told and I had people who really cared for me.
I will forever remember and appreciate the day my heart started to heal because of my friend and preacher, who showed me how to let it.
I won’t tag anyone since I will be doing that each week.