Once a Day




I heard the online sermon almost a month ago. The pastor’s words made sense, and since it was recorded, I listened again. I even took notes. But I didn’t do what he suggested. It was such a simple thing, easy enough to implement, but since I didn’t start, I never saw the difference it might have made.


So, what was so hard to do? Invest just a little bit of time, once a day, to encourage someone else. Maybe it would be at work, or at home, or an online friend, or a person on the bus, or at a store. Just do something once-a-day to make someone’s day better. 





It’s kind of like the pay-it-forward thing, but without the cost. The only cost is time, and a willingness to look for some goodness to share. What surprised me is that after a month, I still remember the sermon, but I didn’t invest the time in doing it. 


So, this week, I pulled out those sermon notes. It will become my once-a-day investment of goodness—writing someone, texting, emailing, saying something, or calling and sharing some kindness. They say it takes about a month for something to become a daily habit. This is a habit I’d like to have. I’ll get back to you a month from now and let you know how my “once-a-day” is going.


Deanna Nowadnick, an inspirational writer, has given this an acronym: WOLK…words of loving kindness. She encourages us to walk the WOLK. I like that.


What better season to begin than now? The pastor must have sensed that extra encouragement would be the real gift to give and to receive this season.









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