Becoming Virtuous

Sitting here this evening, I’ve been weary under the weight of the heaviness of life. So much death and brokenness all around. The darkness seems so pressing, so close—and I’ve been crying out to God, wondering how do I move on from here? How can I possibly help push back the darkness?

Then, a child being pushed in a scroller on the sidewalk 50 feet away from me called out, “Have a nice day!” And God knew that was just what I needed. *That’s* a small—but huge—way we push back the darkness. By having courage and being kind, even to complete strangers. Because you never know how a smile or a kind word will completely turn someone’s day around. I don’t need a platform to be the hands and feet of Jesus. I just need to be present for the people in front of me.

I wish, I wish that I was told that
Life doesn’t get easier as it goes
But the older I get, the more and more I know
Days get richer, and deeper
And more and more beautiful