Chesed

 I watched many videos on development of certain quality of heart and have decided that thing we symbolize as a heart is Khesed Hesed or Chesed however you want to call that thing from a song about divine nature, maybe love? Here are some lyrics I used to sing alot, " Why is it when I hear a baby cry my arms reach out in love I can't deny?" those lyrics were from a song written by Janice Kapp-Perry (sp?) titled "divine nature" it continues,"...cold it be, oh could it be a sign that deep within this soul of mine, I sense by some miraculous design, my nature is divine".

I think this story represents to true Christmas spirit, and I realized as I listened to another story where someone exhibited this "divine nature" that this was an example of Chesed:

My story starts in a very quiet and reverant room full of people, and a infant's mother has to step away for a second but the child does not understand this and decides to through a loud hissy fit, in other words the baby started crying loudly, so instantly, another woman jumps up and cradles the child and lulls it back into a state of contentment. I watched the whole commonplace seemin event with awe and respect. Then, later I asked the woman (who, not essential to this story so it was not included, was a black woman from Haiti) why she did this. I ofcourse thanked her for this wonderful example she was to me of what people ought to do for one another. i truly wanted to know the motivation for this behavior. she explained that it was nothing. Her exact words included, "I was just doing what anyone would." She explained that where she was raised caring for infants was not jus the mother's responsibility, but the duty of everyone in the villiage. This is likely where the phrase,"It takes a village to raise a child" comes from. I ws impressed. It was an impulse, I believe perhaps not recognized as such, but it was a fraction of her divine inheritance being exhibited by a reflexive action to help one another. This represents Chesed.

I have one more story. I cannot fail to tell one about my children. The first one is one I told his kindergarden class, it was about Joseph. His sister was and still is curious and mischevious.She liked to crawl  under dad's desk and play with and  pull on the wires/cords/cables. I was at my witts end trting to keep her away, then joseph did not say a word to me but, took the cushions off the couch and built a cute little fort that also served as a boudery to keep her away from the wires!

The second story impressed me so much yesterday. Joseph had gotten extremely upset again, and no one knew why, but he was about to "blow" then hus sister quickly said, " hang on, Joe." and ran away to her room. I needed a break because I was very very sick and tired of trying to appear well, but just then she reappeared with a toy and gave it to him and sat down ( we were all at the table ). I didn't even know what was going on, but instead of fighting the two started playing a logic game with this figit popper thing. It worked so good! It remided me of the time I climbed u nder Joseph's bed with him to get him to leave his room and go to church.