Weekend Kindness
Reaching Others Through Kindness

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I remember reading this verse one day when it did the proverbial “jumping out at me”. I had never really thought of the prayers of my heart being something precious to God. They’re really sweet-smelling incense?

But the more I considered these words, the more the precious reality sunk in. Prayer is a form of worship, and is an intimate communion between God and man. Our prayers come to Him as a fragrance. That is an incredible thought to grasp! For myself, as a woman, I definitely enjoy and revel in the fragrance of flowers, the scent of candles and sweet perfumes. How much more does God bask in the aroma our prayers bring to Him?

Through prayer the body of Christ is unified. Is there possibly a better way to draw people together in unity than through prayer? In our horizontal aspect, there are so many things that divide, cut asunder and add confusion and variance among us. But when we band together and focus upon the One, Jesus Christ, those issues are no longer existent.

Dr. Charles Stanley made the simple though very profound statement, “Satan hates praying more than he hates preaching.” Think about it! Perhaps we don’t always feel like great spiritual giants making great strides in turning the world upside down, yet it is on our knees that battles are fought, mountains are climbed, hearts are strengthened and needs are met. We must never doubt the power of prayer in our lives and in the lives around us. Nor should we forget that our prayers are fragrant to God.

“I love you.”

Three simple syllables, yet three of the most precious words in the English language.

Those were the words my sister whispered in my ear moments before I went down the aisle to stand in her wedding. Those were the words I read in a letter from a friend when I was hurting. Those were the words my brother told me when he called me from hundreds of miles away in Ft. Benning, GA.. Those were the words scrawled on a note and left where I would find it. Those were the words my parents ended every telephone conversation with. Those were the last words my gramma ever told me.

“I love you.”

There are not three words more efficacious. They are words that minister a balm to the hurt, lend tender comfort to the sorrowful, bring sweet repose to the troubled soul, softens the hardest-of-hearts, wipes clean a slate marked with distrust and bitterness…

“I love you.”

Don’t underestimate the power behind those 8 letters. They can not be overused or uttered too often, if they are spoken in truth and authenticity. They are words that are necessary to be spoken, and they have the power to rectify relationships, heal broken trusts and release the hold of bitterness.

“I love you.”

It’s like a fragrant candle whose aroma clings to the hearer, bringing peace and hope. The flame of it warming the heart and bringing light to a relationship.

As the perfume of the rose clings to the hand that gives it, so does the ardor of the words, “I love you,” warm the heart that gave it.

Through the strength of your Savior, let His love shine through you as a beacon within the lighthouse, a hope flickering in the darkness, with a wisp of His holiness penetrating some soul, lighting the obscurity of their heart.

As a new contributor to Weekend Kindness, I was asked to start out by introducing myself. For some reason, I find such an assignment rather difficult to articulate, much preferring to jump right in to the issues at hand—why speak of myself? Yet, a good reader likes to be educated at least a wee bit as to the author.