My last trip to the library, I checked out 12 Steps to a Compassionate Life.
I haven't finished it yet.
I love the idea of it, but in all likelihood I should just buy the book. It's just not the kind of book I can just breeze right through, which is one of the things I like most about it so far.
Sara came home from bible study a few weeks ago having been introduced to the term compassion. She'll say, "Com-pash-ion. Cooooooooom-passsssssshhhhhhh-ion. Mommy, is that a big word?"
Bigger than she has any idea about, even though she hasn't asked me what it means yet.
I want to live a compassionate life.
I'm going to need some help with that, especially in crowded parking lots were all compassion deserts me.
One of the things I need to work on most is forgiveness. I think compassion and forgiveness make excellent partners, but they are a tough combination to practice. It's way too easy to get wrapped up in the 'me' or 'I' of things: how that makes me feel, what I want, how that affects me..
I tried doing random acts of kindness for a while. The first couple weeks I was really into it, and then I started to run out of ideas and then I just lost steam altogether. But random acts of kindness aren't necessarily compassionate.
It's something to think about over the next six weeks.