What Compassion Needs To Grow
Compassion doesn’t grow in the rush — it grows in the quiet spaces. I’ve learned that when I slow down and practice gratitude every single morning, anxiety loosens its grip and compassion rises to the surface. From messy school mornings to tough parenting moments, gratitude keeps me grounded in what’s true: we are loved, we are held, and we are worthy of grace.
Compassion: Beginning at Home
When I think about compassion lately, it keeps pulling me back to Mary—the young woman who held the knotted chaos of her world and still said “yes.” Not out of pressure, but out of hope. And that image has been working on me. It’s changing the way I show up at home with my kids, with Chris, with myself. Because once compassion finds you, you’re responsible for what you do with it. And I’m learning that the holy work of untangling begins right where we are—with the people entrusted to us, with the knots we carry, with the gentle courage to sit still and listen.
Learning to Walk with People, Not Around Them
I didn’t choose a guiding word this year—honestly, I didn’t have the capacity. After a flood, a cross-country move, and a season of rebuilding my life from the inside out, survival felt like enough. But with 42 days left in 2025, something in me wants to live intentionally again. My intention is compassion. Not the soft, polite version, but the kind rooted in seeing myself and others honestly—in joy, struggle, and healing. For the next 42 days, I’m practicing compassion on purpose, and I’d love to have you walk with me.