Shortly after I told my friend I was pregnant (the one I talk about in Starbucks and My Saving Grace), she came to my house and brought me Prenatal Vitamins, “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” and some Pregnancy Tea.
I lived in the middle of the ocean, almost 2,500 miles away from my family (plus, they didn’t even know I was pregnant!) and I had not spoken to my son’s father in several days. This was an extremely lonely and delicate time for me.
My friend dropping by “just” to bring me a few things was very timely . To her it was probably a “small gesture” but to me it was a reminder that everything was going to be ok – that I wasn’t alone, that I would be taken care of.
And not only would I be taken care of but I was cared for. A fact that I desperately needed to know.
You never know how a seemingly small act will touch the heart of the recipient of your kindness.
A few groceries could be a feast.
A simple phone call could be a lifeline.
A card could be a letter from God.
A hug could be a healing embrace.
Never underestimate the power of a “small” gesture.”