Fruits Of The Spirit: Kindness Lesson Novels & Stories

The sun was setting, painting the sky in soft shades of orange and purple. “It feels good,” I said. “To have a place that is completely my own. Not part of a shop, not part of someone else’s estate. Just mine.” “I am glad,” he said. “That is exactly what I hoped for.” I thought about how different this was from anything in the past. Generosity, I was learning, was not just about giving something valuable. It was about giving it in a way that honored the other person’s freedom and dignity. To give and then step back, to make no demands, to expect nothing in return—that was true kindness.

Daniel read the line again. “I don’t even remember which child wrote this.” Nova smiled gently. “You were never supposed to.” He looked up. “What do you mean?” “If you only help the people whose names you remember, your kindness stays very small.” She folded her hands on the table. “But if you help because people matter, the names become a gift instead of a requirement.” Mia nodded slowly. “I think that might be the biggest lesson we’ve learned.” “What is?” “That changing one afternoon can change much more than one afternoon.”

I do not deserve any of this. Ela sat down on the bench across from him. The stone was cold, even through her coat. She placed her hands on her belly, where the baby was quiet now, lulled by her steady heartbeat. Kindness is not about deserving, she said. Kindness is about choosing to be kind even when the other person has not earned it. That is what makes it kindness. Otherwise, it is just payment.

So, don't think poorly of God's plan. "Remember, doing good will always lead to more good. One act of kindness can multiply into a thousand other blessings. But don't expect the kindness to come from the person you were kind to. God has countless ways to reward your goodness in ways you can't predict. It might happen right away, or it could come later. And it could come from someone you don't even know or expect. Do you understand?" Both teens nodded. "And now, I want you both to stop interfering in other people's business, even if it's about Flavia's dad.

I would endeavor to do the same. I gave myself a mental shake and concentrated on my beloved’s words again. Daisy was speaking with such passion and conviction. “Small acts of kindness can change lives. One person can make positive changes that make a big difference for one or even many. “So, reach into your heart and think of ways to be that positive change … even for one person. Because no matter what class you were born into, our lives are connected, and we all have our place in the world ..our destiny to fulfill.”

“Six elements, huh? Earth, fire, air, water, metal, and…” “Spirit,” I say again. The five basics—earth, fire, air, water, and metal—show up in our everyday work. But spirit? That one belongs to the Maiden alone. “What does that mean? Spirit?” she asks, frowning. “It means you’ll need to channel something from a spirit. It could be a message to a living loved one. A recipe. A story. Anything, really. The hard part is finding a spirit willing to speak—and that takes time. And your trials are timed.”

Chapter Twenty-three: [The inexperienced, naive friend] That late afternoon in Ericka Mendel's farm house, a conversation lasted an hour about the gift of faith that God's holy Spirit had sown in her heart, mind, and soul through her experiences fighting for life against death. The little Teddy boy's eyes began to close uncontrollably, but he still listened to her. All people react normally like this when they hear the powerful and active word of God for the first time. This word judges a person's mind and intentions and pierces the spirit and soul, joints, and bone marrow. Its sharpness is comparable to a double-edged sword.

Things weren't going as I had planned and it greatly annoyed the hell out of me. I walked back to the door and began to push but it didn't even budge. Just as I stepped back to give the door a kick, something by the side of the door caught my eyes. It was written in Latin. I walked over to it and crouched, tracing my fingers over the letters. Patience, Virtue, Sound mind. Okay? What did it mean? Patience, Virtue and sound mind. You didn't employ any of that while trying to open the door. All you were focused on was getting that door to open, forgetting that everything is a test on your spiritual gifts. Those words are the guidelines you should follow.

“That’s how this started. With a kid hiding in a closet watching his parents die.” She walked over to him. Stood close. “I’m sorry that happened to you,” she said. “Don’t be. It made me what I am.” “That doesn’t mean you had to become this.” “Yes it did.” He looked at her. “Because mercy gets you killed. Kindness makes you weak. I learned that at twelve years old and nothing since has proved me wrong.” “I have.” He frowned. “What?” “I’ve shown you kindness. And I’m still alive.” She held his gaze. “Mercy hasn’t made you weaker. It’s made you more human.”