One Act of Love.

It’s amazing how one, simple act of love can change a person.

I always give such random, small examples for my posts, and I’ve got yet another one…

I came downstairs from doing school in our tower, to grab something. My little baby brother Bubby (his dubbed nickname), laying on the floor, crying. The rest of my family was going about their business…I figured Bubby was throwing a fit and Mom was letting him cry it out. And I was about to step over him and go back upstairs…when I felt an urge to pick him up. So I did. He immediately stopped crying, wrapped his little arms around me, and held me tight.

And then he was fine. I put him down, and off he ran to play…

And I was immediately struck with the thought of, how amazing small acts of love can change people. Especially things we do that don’t mean anything to us…those things can mean so, so much to another person.

So, just go do something loving, today. It doesn’t have to be big and important…It can be folding the laundry, washing the dishes, hugging your mom, or writing a sweet note to someone…

Let’s spread love around the world!!! There isn’t enough of it. Just think of the possibilities if each one of us was to love a little more than we do, now…

Carpe Diem!

-Keziah ❀

16 thoughts on “One Act of Love.”

  1. Aw, that’s such a sweet story! You’re right! (And by the way, I love how your posts do include random things that happen during your day! It makes it so relatable because all of us have the littke things happen, and have the power to do littke things to spread love … so thank you, and great post! πŸ€—πŸ’—

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  2. Story time… I didn’t tell this story in the blog because it happened the year before I started at UJ, involving my friends from back home whom I occasionally mention. I would have been around your age at the time.

    I remember the exact date: it was a Friday afternoon, October 15, 1993. I didn’t go home after school because I was upset about something. I think it was something stupid and drama-queen-like. That was the year I liked Melissa and she didn’t like me back; it was probably something related to that. My friend Jessica (she was the one who went to Guatemala after high school and years later adopted a kid from Guatemala) saw me sitting there in a bad mood. She took the time to talk to me, and she and her sister and another girl went to McDonald’s after school and brought me along. This was a time for me when hanging out with friends after school was something that almost never happened. And it was so much fun. For years after that, I told that story, and for a while, I would acknowledge that event every on the third Friday in October and try to look for some little nice thing to do for someone. I even had a name for my silly made-up holiday that would sound dumb if I tried to explain that part of the story now. It never caught on or spread to others, though… haha.

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      1. Okay, okay… that requires another layer of the story.

        Our school had a program called Renaissance (I’m not sure if this is still around, but I know other schools that had this same program, it wasn’t just ours, and there were other programs similar to Renaissance that didn’t use that name – and I know you are homeschooled so I don’t know if you would know of the existence of such a thing anyway)… anyway, it was a program sponsored by local businesses who would offer some promotion to students who were on the honor roll or had improved their grades by a certain amount. And you also got discounts on tickets to school events and stuff like that. I never used Renaissance for off-campus businesses, because many of them were places I never went (and there was another reason that really doesn’t need to be part of this story). Anyway, we were all Renaissance members, and that McDonald’s had a deal with Renaissance for free small fries with any other purchase. That was the only time I ever used my Renaissance member privileges off campus, and Jessica and Jamie kept saying “Renaissance Fries” to refer to our free French fries. So, because of that and because it was a Friday afternoon, I called it “Renaissance Fryday.” πŸ˜‚

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    1. Aw, thanks. I try. πŸ™‚ ❀ And yes, absolutely… Too often, we're focused on loving ourselves, than loving others. And it's something that every. single. one of us, can work on, no matter how old, or how young… πŸ™‚

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      1. Yes, good for you. It’s definitely something worth praying and working towards. And I can tell you, that you are absolutely a blessing to fellow bloggers, like myself. πŸ™‚

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