Tag Archives: Kindness

Kindness- See Something, Share Something.

19 Mar

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

We have a food distribution group, Hummingbird Pantry, in our town that I have heard of but knew nothing of it. I am not sure where the group gets the food, but it is donated. Distribution is impromptu and one has to monitor Facebook for the announcement. Since we had to be out yesterday I suggested we use the GPS and find out where it is located. To our surprise, there was a line. I quickly searched Facebook and learned distribution was going on.

The line was long. Real long. It snaked around a school building. But since we didn’t have any plans we decided to join the line. The line moved almost continuously which was encouraging until we came to the queue. Can you imagine vehicles of all sizes weaving through a queue? It kind of felt like barrel racing. The turns were tight for a full size pickup truck. As cars began to get confused on which way to go, a volunteer went into the field to unsnarl us. My husband took this video.

When we made it to the distribution site, we had no idea what to do. A volunteer bright a paper for us to sign, then another volunteer brought a daisy flower bouquet to the car. The food was stacked in boxes, each item was a station and volunteers loaded our portion into the car. They gave us three cabbages, a bag of plum tomatoes, a case of organic Romaine lettuce, two bunches of organic bananas, one watermelon, a box of cinnamon crumb donuts, and a bottle of blue cheese salad dressing.

This was way too much for us to use up. I was able to share the bananas with two friends. We kept a cabbage, some tomatoes , lettuce, and the Daisys. A friend’s daughter was able to take the rest minus three donuts we couldn’t resist! I forgot that DiVoran didn’t need lettuce and sent some to her. Fortunately she knew a neighbor with children that could use it.

This ministry is a blessing to our community. In the past week I have seen an increasing number of posts of people being kind to strangers, local organization stepping up to help. Our North Carolina town has a project called The Little Free Pantry. They have collected snack foods for the students as their schools are closed. States have repurposed school buses to deliver free breakfast and lunches to homes.

The news on TV and online is discouraging, yet so much good is happening.

Let’s change this! If you see kindness, say something.

Leave a comment here or share the good on your social media.

40 Days of Generosity 2016

15 Sep

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

In the midst of the never-ending divisive speeches and billboards that characterize the Presidential election season, I saw this small sign that trumped (pun intended)  them all.


Guitar, Vocals, Percussion 40 Days of Generosity


Last year, our town, Titusville, Florida joined together to encourage and strengthen this community that had faced massive job losses and homes whose dollar values made underwater look like an improvement. It was a month-long event and according to Florida Today, the community raised more than $200,000 for a splash park at Sand Point Park and $42,000 to help rebuild a Salvation Army building that would be used as a family emergency shelter in Titusville.

It was a joy to see and read about the large and small ways the community came together and that bonding had lasting results. I believe that hearts are intended for generosity. All hearts. In the past two months we have seen floods wipe out towns in West Virginia and Louisiana. It wasn’t FEMA who worked hand in hand  with the communities to salvage their homes, it was everyday people. Some were from community organizations, others church groups, and still others folks who loaded their vehicles with supplies and showed up. In the midst of the campaign frenzy, let’s remember that we are not what those seeking power choose to label us. We are good people. Generous people.


If you would like to learn more about 40 Days of Generosity visit LovingBrevard.org

Little Things Mean a Lot

10 Jun

My Take

 DiVoran Lites

Author, Poet and Artist

One of our adult Sunday School teachers happened to mention the other day he was sitting in the open door of his garage looking out and talking to God when a neighbor going by on her bike stopped to ask if he would fill her water bottle. He gave her a new one. He has done that before.

Every Sunday I see a man all dressed up in his black suit with his Bible in his hand waiting for a ride to church. He stands as straight as a soldier and I admire his faithfulness and that of the person who picks him up, sometimes after we have gone by. They don’t go to our church.

Funny what happens when you do only one little thing over and over. Your good deeds add up.

A woman in my class is a red-hat lady and she loves thrift store sales. You wouldn’t believe the bags of children’s clothes she finds in perfect condition for little or nothing. She brings them to church for families who can’t afford a lot of clothes for growing children.

Our other Sunday School teacher works at the hospital as a volunteer to take people to their cars in wheel-chairs. He’s a father himself and he gets a big kick out of being around teenagers who volunteer for the same job. What a precious counselor I’m sure he is.

I know someone who goes to the home of her aged mother-in-law where other members of the family care diligently for her and bathes her twice a week. She makes it special with soaps, and powders and takes supper for both of them that evening.

We hear so much about movers and shakers, about heroes, and heads of charities, but we don’t hear that much about the little people doing the little deeds many times a year. I’d like to celebrate them, wouldn’t you?

The song, “Little Things Mean a Lot,” is a love song, and why not. We show love with our small, faithful, routine deeds. Maybe we’ll discover that they pile up and if we could see the accumulation of them or the way they have changed people’s lives, we’ll be surprised. Won’t that be encouraging?


Mother Said

1 Apr

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Photo by Melodie Hendrix

Photo by Melodie Hendrix

This week I wrote the wrong day in my journal. Wait, before you get in a tizzy, think about what Mother would have said. “You’ll never know the difference a hundred years from now.” You’re right, Mother, I thought and went on with what I was doing.

Like most mothers, mine had an abundance of things to say. Sometimes she was joking, or I hoped she was, as when she would say, “Now don’t be afraid of the storm, if lightning strikes you, you’ll never know the difference.” I must say, I have no fear of lightning, so she must have been on the right track. Afraid someone might kidnap you? Here’s what Mother would say: “Don’t worry, the minute they get you under a street light they’ll bring you right back.” Want to run away to Grandmother’s house, but wonder how you’re going to get the fifty miles down the mountain by yourself when you’re only a kid? Mother’s suggestion: “Here’s a nickel, don’t spend it all in one place.”

How about if your dress has a small spot on it and you’re ready to go out the door? “They’ll never know the difference on a galloping horse.”

Mother had some nice saying, too. She learned them from Auntie Elvira her first Sunday school teacher, who was my first Sunday school teacher too. When my brother and I fought the word was, “Be ye kind, one to another, tender, loving, forgiving each other.” Okay, Mom, I’ll try. If I wanted to say something bad about someone who had hurt my feelings she’d caution, “Ask yourself: is it kind, is it true, and do I have to tell it.” At least one of those is going to have a no, so forget it.

Ephesians 6:1 Children obey your parents for this is right.



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