Small Kindnesses
Bursting heart!
It bursts. The internal pressure caused by joy is painful. I feel a type of sad because of the joy. I... work is going very well. That's like three levels of joy/excitement. I'm on the cusp of leaving behind my apartment and, therewith, a long, sad chapter. There are many factors that put pressure on the inside of my heart outward. The last barometric modification was a dragon.
How do I tell it vividly? How do I share the long story that makes a little dragon so momentous? It is difficult because I do not wish to underplay any of the kindnesses that are shown to me. There have been too many steps, too many deeds, too many gifts, too many mercies.
There are few things quite so flabbergasting as the small kindnesses. The grand kindnesses make sense: it is a big world with big darkness and big hearts that fight big fights for the light and consequently offer big kindnesses. In this kind of context, one can almost excuse setting aside the small kindnesses because the world is fraught with peril and redemption, and small kindnesses don't seem as important, as efficient.
I don't think I can do the gift of a stuffed dragon justice. It's like reaching across the blood-strewn battlefield with a bloodied arm to offer a flower. No. It's like hefting aside a mountain and still being glad to sweep the floor. Eh.
It's like saying that no kindness is too small. It's like insisting that, though there are grander kindnesses and lesser kindnesses, they are only different in magnitude but not in worth. It's like Jesus washing his disciples' feet: even though He came to die the infinitely horrendous death for our eternally condemning awfulnesses, he still chooses to reach into the menial and wash some crap off some toes.
It is too much for this frail man with his tiny heart. I am thankful and burdened with joy and tired and excited. I am impatient and eager. I am saddened and gladdened.
Thank you for your kindnesses.
It bursts. The internal pressure caused by joy is painful. I feel a type of sad because of the joy. I... work is going very well. That's like three levels of joy/excitement. I'm on the cusp of leaving behind my apartment and, therewith, a long, sad chapter. There are many factors that put pressure on the inside of my heart outward. The last barometric modification was a dragon.
How do I tell it vividly? How do I share the long story that makes a little dragon so momentous? It is difficult because I do not wish to underplay any of the kindnesses that are shown to me. There have been too many steps, too many deeds, too many gifts, too many mercies.
There are few things quite so flabbergasting as the small kindnesses. The grand kindnesses make sense: it is a big world with big darkness and big hearts that fight big fights for the light and consequently offer big kindnesses. In this kind of context, one can almost excuse setting aside the small kindnesses because the world is fraught with peril and redemption, and small kindnesses don't seem as important, as efficient.
I don't think I can do the gift of a stuffed dragon justice. It's like reaching across the blood-strewn battlefield with a bloodied arm to offer a flower. No. It's like hefting aside a mountain and still being glad to sweep the floor. Eh.
It's like saying that no kindness is too small. It's like insisting that, though there are grander kindnesses and lesser kindnesses, they are only different in magnitude but not in worth. It's like Jesus washing his disciples' feet: even though He came to die the infinitely horrendous death for our eternally condemning awfulnesses, he still chooses to reach into the menial and wash some crap off some toes.
It is too much for this frail man with his tiny heart. I am thankful and burdened with joy and tired and excited. I am impatient and eager. I am saddened and gladdened.
Thank you for your kindnesses.
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