Yes, let's "walk the WOLK" with words of loving kindness!
“Walk the WOLK,” I like to say. Let's walk (and talk!) the words of loving kindness. Let's share God’s loving kindness in words and deeds.
Our communities, neighborhoods, and neighbors, our friends and family are all facing challenges not expected, never imagined, challenges that have gotten bigger and bigger and more and more complex, challenges that are often encased in hate. In response, debates and discussions divide, demean and deter, often helping no one, solving nothing.
But we’re people of faith. Our lives are encased by Love, Joy, Peace, and Hope, the capitalized versions. And together we can have a meaningful impact on the people and places that mean the most to us. Together we can change the dialog, change the discourse. Together we can be a light in dark places. Together we can plant seeds of Love, Joy, Peace, and Hope, the capitalized versions.
Yep, together. I'd love to speak with you and your group about God’s loving kindness and ways we can inspire, motivate, and bring about meaningful change.
“Walking the W.O.L.K.”
Before my father died, he reminded me that Mom had asked me to write a book. At the time the boys were in college, and the notion of writing was unfathomable. Writers write books. By the time my boys were adults, I’d run out of excuses. I was also at that age when I could pause and reflect.
Fruit of My Spirit: Reframing Life in God’s Grace was my first publishing endeavor. My second was Signs in Life: Finding Direction in Our Travels with God. Both are collections of stories that tell of God’s love and faithfulness. Both tell of His remarkable grace and mercy.
Let's "walk the W.O.L.K.”
More Inspirational Thoughts
So how do we “walk the W.O.L.K.”? How do we plant seeds of loving kindness? How do we share God’s light? Sometimes it’s just a small moment in the day.
Getting ready to read a bedtime story, my grandson shook off suggestion after suggestion. I finally figured out he was asking for Alexa!
For a long time I’ve had a vision in which I’m sitting outside and writing with the water in front of me, red-tiled roofs surrounding me. I imagined I was on the west coast of Italy. In reality I found myself on the east coast of Brazil.
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