A military mom remembers how a simple prayer and written note eased her torment.
Posted in , Jun 15, 2017
Be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving each other, just as God in Christ also has forgiven you. (Ephesians 4:32)
There’s a lot to be said for kindness, an often an underrated quality in today’s competitive world. But kindness saved my life. Or to be completely accurate, it was a simple act of kindness that saved my emotional life.
It had been a rough week. Our military son was deployed in the Middle East, and for four nights I’d been awakened by nightmares about what he was facing on the front. I had visions of him being mortally wounded or captured and always crying out for me to help him.
When my grandson was having problems with relationships in a new job, I knew right where to send him—the Guideposts website, where he’d be able to read the work of Dr. Norman Vincent Peal. My grandson is finding it helpful not only at work but in his relationships in general. - JANE C., Cumming, Georgia
Those tortuous images stayed with me during the day. I didn’t know how to get rid of my fears, and I spiraled down into a pit of despair.
On that fifth morning I walked outside to check if the mail had come. Inside our mailbox was a small square envelope, addressed in spidery script to me. I squinted at the return address and finally placed the name. It was an older woman in our church. I didn’t know her well, but we’d often exchanged pleasantries in the hallway.
I tore open the card and immediately my torment was erased:
I wanted you to know that God has had your son on my mind the past few days. He’s awakened me at night, prompting me to pray for his safety. I felt like I should let you know that God hears the cry of your heart and has others praying with you for his safe return.
I clutched the card to my heart, tears streaming down my cheeks as I sent up a prayer of my own, thanking God for hearing my cry.
That precious woman’s prayer for my son was a big thing, but sending a card to let me know was an act kindness in its purest form.
I could share story after story detailing the small acts of kindness I experienced during our son’s time in the military. But the point I want to make is that kindness isn’t a small thing. It’s a big deal to those who receive it. We should never forget that no matter how little a thing it is to us, it may save the lives of those we touch.