Being a blessing doesn’t require grand gestures or perfectly timed words. Most days, it looks wonderfully ordinary. It’s a smile offered freely to a stranger who didn’t expect it. A genuine “How are you?”, and then waiting for the answer. A door held open. A note sent just because someone crossed your mind. These small kindnesses ripple farther than we ever realize.
Sometimes being a blessing smells like fresh cookies cooling on the counter. It’s sharing them with a neighbor, a friend, or someone who could use a reminder that they are seen. Food has a quiet way of saying you matter when words feel clumsy or insufficient.
Just yesterday, Mrs. Lovebird blessed us with a wonderful visit. I was supposed to help her with her new i-Pad, however, it was she who enlightened me on some new tricks. A fresh breakfast casserole was complemented by some lovely sourdough bread she brought to share. A whirlwind of blessings started the day off with a smile.
Being a blessing means showing up. Sitting beside someone in grief while listening without offering a fix. Encourage a friend when the road feels long and heavy. Accept encouragement when your own road is full of potholes. Choose patience over frustration, grace over judgment, and compassion over convenience.
On the hardest days, when energy is low and the world feels sharp around the edges, even the smallest act still counts. A text. A prayer whispered for someone else. A moment of kindness when it would be easier to turn inward. We don’t have to wait until we feel ready, worthy, or perfectly put together to be a blessing. Often, it’s through our own cracks that light spills out for others.
So today, share the smile. Bake the cookies. Speak the kind word. Extend the hand. Be a blessing right where you are, using exactly what you have. The world is always in need of more of that.
More tomorrow.