Last year, I met a local running group early in the morning.
As usual, I was one of the slower ones in the group.
Well actually… I was THE slowest one.
A sweet lady named Linnette made it her business to run with me even though I moved a little slower than her pace.
We got in six miles.
I totally would have understood if she would have decided to leave me… after all it was her morning run too.
I’m sure she was trying to max out her own workout and get in her own miles at her own pace..
But she stuck with me.
Not only that, but she helped distract me from the struggle of my own run by pleasantly chit-chatting here and there during our time together.
Small acts of kindness.
Small gifts of grace.
I can’t say that I’ve always done the same.
I tend to be
…in a rush
…moving too fast
ALL. THE. TIME.
…and I’m ashamed.
I’m reminded of Linnette’s small kindness to me and I’m also reminded to look around me today to see who could use a little mercy.
Who could use a little of me slowing down to accommodate their pace, their needs, or their need to chat?
Mercy is defined as…
- compassion shown toward someone whom it is within one’s power to harm.
- a blessing that is an act of divine favor or compassion
- compassionate treatment of those in distress
Linnette had mercy on me.
While we ran together, I had a companion to share a “dark-thirty” run with…
and so did she.
So I’m convicted.
I’m convicted about taking the time to notice others that God places in my path that need a little compassion.
I’m made aware that it is my duty to be on the lookout for people that just need a kind “slowing-down” on my part to go with them at their pace.
I’m reminded that when I show mercy, I can be a blessing to someone else, but I can also receive a blessing.