How to Do-Good

Quick How-To Guide: Start the day with a little silence, scripture (via Forward Day by Day, if you choose) and prayer. Then open your eyes and make it a practice to be hyper-aware of who and what's going on around you. Deploy that deed with confidence when God gives you his signature gentle nudge. This may feel awkward and unnatural. #NoWorries #GoWithIt #DeedWellDone #BlessingsEnsueJustWait

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Day 325

Scripture: Ps 72, 119:73-96; Genesis 22:1-18; Hebrews 11:23-31; John 6:52-59


Scripture standout: Genesis 22: "11 But the angel of the LORD called out to him from heaven, “Abraham! Abraham!”
   “Here I am,” he replied."

John 6: "58This is the bread that came down from heaven. Your ancestors ate manna and died, but whoever feeds on this bread will live forever.”


His Deed/The Day: I think one of the important things I've learned from nearly 400 days of daily deeding is that it starts with fleeting thoughts. Little, seemingly insignificant thoughts zip in and out of my head constantly throughout the day. I think the blessing happens when I hear the thought, grab it and do it. Here's an example. This morning I was packing lunches, answering questions, helping kids gather homework, schlepping laundry — lots of thoughts swirling. As I kept passing our kitchen window, I kept noticing our two beautiful Camelia bushes outside in the backyard. They are the only beautiful things out there these days — our grass is dead and there's dog poop everywhere, and leaves, but our Camelia bushes look gorgeous. A particularly squeaky thought screeched through my brain: you could cut a few of those suckers, put them in a glass and give them to someone who'd appreciate them — you could give it to Mrs. Denise at school. And instead of moving with the flow, I did it. I grabbed scissors off my desk, marched outside, trimmed a few flowers, found a glass and through it all in the car for the ride to school.

(Mrs. Denise, btw, is the school "everything." She sits at the front desk, welcomes everyone in, calls parents for sick children, knows everyone by name and that's just the start of the list. In a word, she's awesome) I went up to Mrs. Denise desk and put the flowers down. Since I had something for Ben in my other hand, she asked, "Are those flowers for Mrs. Wood?" As if she was already making note on how she was going to get those flowers to the right person. I said, "No, thery're for you!" She looked genuninely pleased. She said it made her day. Thank you fleeting, squeaky thought!

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