My grandma always told me to be nice and kind. I think, in her eyes, this might be the most important lesson I learn. Or, the lesson I need to learn. My pride aside, she has an awfully good point. My heart’s desire is to be nice and kind. To be full of goodness and mercy. However, (of course there’s a however) I fail and I fail and I fail. I hold on to justice assuming it validates my sometimes cold and heartless behavior. 

I think of a recently broken heart. Faced with a choice to stay with someone she no longer cared for, she did the mature thing of letting go. Unfortunately, the loss is still great. A beautiful and full heart feels. And experiences. And hurts.

I think of two people coming together, finding each other. Their laughter is exciting and new. They seek adventure and succeed. Their blossoming love nourishes each other and those close by. 

I see two of my favorite people, each sitting in their homes alone. Their beauty knows no bounds. And yet, nothing seems to fit. In this whole, great, big world, not a single match has found them. Still, their beauty sings.  

And there she is. Wondering what lies before her. Could it be that she has found goodness and mercy? Oh, the beauty in mystery! For, dare I say, the Creator is still creating!