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What Feeds Love?





What ingredient feeds love?  One answer is kindness.  A kind heart is an aware heart and sees where the need is and meets it.  I’ve been noticing how women respond to kindness and it’s just like I do.  We feel cherished.

For example, my sister and I are fortunate to have kind husbands.  When she was cold at dinner the other night, her husband took off his sports jacket and wrapped it tightly around her.  I wasn’t cold but I’m allergic to lemons.  I was enjoying our lovely table setting.  I love water, but I didn’t drink mine because a lemon slice floated to the top of my crystal water glass with lots of pulp and juice throughout.  My husband leaned to my side and offered to drink my water so that my glass can be re-filled from the carafe of ice cold water on our table.  Now that’s kindness, and did I appreciate it!

“Three things in human life are important: the first is to be kind; the second is to be kind; and the third is to be kind.”
Henry James

The magic of kindness always keeps love alive!

This posts links to Wifey Wednesdays hosted by author Sheila Wray Gregoire.

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  1. I love the Henry James quote, and this post is beautiful. Kindness feeds our spirits, and nourishes the seeds of love.

    How gentle the stories are you have shared. I grew up with kindness... and God was so kind as to give me a kind husband, and kind parents in law.

    God has placed me in a garden of kindness... and I am really grateful. Graham Cooke once said that God is the kindest "person" that he has ever known.

    Blessings on your day, dear Mary.

    Love
    Lidia

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  2. And you are filled with kindness dear friend!
    We are so much like our Saviour when we are kind.
    Love and hugs to you!

    Deborah xoxo

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  3. I think there's nothing more powerful than kindness.

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  4. What a fella you've got there, Mary! I cherish your kindness!

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  5. Hi Mary -

    Kudos to those kind husbands. Yes, indeed, kudos!

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  6. How wonderful. I am ever grateful to be married to a generous, kind and loving husband. What a blessing.

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  7. I enjoyed your post about kindness. I suspect you are very kind yourself.

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