I’m going to break with tradition and reveal the new WOW now: COMPASSION.
Nothing melts my heart like compassion. Sometimes people make these little sounds of understanding, like a coo or a hum, and without saying a word they speak volumes.
I get you.
I’m with you.
Compassionate people respond this way to matters both weighty and ridiculous. Whether venting about that slowpoke driver who made you late – or an anguished dissertation about a disappointing relationship, compassionate people never make you feel judged.
They know that your feelings aren’t right or wrong – they’re just the way you feel.
That’s the key, life-changing phrase that my friend Roseann always says. But when she shared it with me the first time, I was taken aback.
Really? You mean I don’t have to feel guilty for the feelings I’m having? (When you come from a toxic church background, real human emotions are viewed as sins for which you need to repent.)
Roseann is one of the most compassionate people I know. She’s on my mind particularly this week because we are together in Montreal, for the first time of what I hope will be many, sharing a speaking engagement and tag-teaming at the International Municipal Clerks Association’s annual conference.
Her brand of compassion? It comes with hot sauce and a kick in the ass if you need it. If she thinks you’re NOT alright, she won’t let you off the hook until you come clean. If your heart is broken, she’ll let you have a moment or two of tears and then she’s all, “Chop chop! What’s the game plan? How can I help?”
She remembers EVERYONE’s birthday and anniversary – and even sends Shasta cards each year.
She’s sassy, tender, outrageous, funny, beautiful, brilliant, brave and her presence in my life makes me a better Brenda.
So that’s a little love note to my sister from another mother!
Here are my parting thoughts on PATIENCE, why I think fearless living is a lie, and onward to the new Word of the Week!:
Enjoy the fruits of compassion this week!