It warms my heart.
I put my Christmas tree up last week. It is filled with ornaments that have been collected over 40 years. Thirty of those years, Camille has been around. I called and asked her to bring the boys over to see the tree. Of course, they loved it and promptly rearranged and undecorated everything from three feet down. Camille recounted many stories from the years---remembering special ornaments and explaining their meaning. It warms my heart.
Old friends come to visit--send a message--call for a chat--send a letter. We pick up where we left off the last time we were together. It has the wonderful feeling as if we had only walked out of the room for a brief time and then stepped back to resume our conversation. It takes a long time and a lot of sharing to reach this level of intimacy. It warms my heart.
I spot a random act of kindness, I hear words of encouragement, I see a parent playing with their child, a door is opened out of courtesy for a complete stranger, a car stops to let another in a long waiting line and I smile. Small acts of goodness without expectation of return occur everyday. It warms my heart.
It causes me to stop and ponder--what have I done today to cause His good pleasure. What have I done to warm His heart today?
"Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God."