I am a teacher… and many days, I am the student…
My precious second grade student said to me after reading a story about a pet that makes a little boy feel better after he is injured,
“Love is healing.”
Out of the mouths of babes…
Some days teach you humility.
Some days teach you to love deeper.
And some days… you learn painful truths.
The people you expect to show up — the ones you’ve walked beside for years, laughed with, cried with, and supported in their time of need — can break your heart with their silence….Not unkind words. Just absence. Looking away when you are clearly struggling. Saying nothing when kindness would cost so little…
And then, unexpectedly, others step forward — in the name of humanity, unity, and growing friendship. People you never would have predicted. They pause. They notice. They help. They ask what you need. They remind you that compassion still exists, even in spaces where it sometimes feels scarce.
One who stepped up to offer kindness said,
“Kindness doesn’t cost a thing.”
Amen…
Every single step and movement is strategic when living with Lupus.
It is hard on my body… and on my heart.
The heart recognizes what is sincere.
It also recognizes what is performative.
Yes, in times of a flare it is limiting… but the love and support from my children, friends, and some of my colleagues teach me that even in pain, love still heals.
Infinitely…
And I’m holding onto this: sometimes disappointment clarifies. Sometimes grace arrives from the most surprising directions.
The lesson has come full circle…
Words without action are empty.
Presence reveals what is real.
Running around saying the “right” things without action?
Performative…
Take a bow.
Love and blessings,
Wendy
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