Kindness should never be mistaken for weakness.  Oh how difficult it is to be kind when someone is being unkind to you.  There is power in being kind, because only kindness can change, diffuse or improve a situation.

This reminds me of a happening in my life where I was reminded to "BE KIND".  I was struggling with being kind to some people in my life.  I wasn't showing it in an outward way, but was showing it big time on my inside, which usually reflects your countenance on the outside - right -- even though you might not think you are being unkind. I was having a hard time understanding why I was being treated the way I was by them and always seemed to be.  It was making me very uncomfortable and agitated.  It was affecting my personal progress in the plan of happiness. I guess you might say I was choosing to feel this way, instead of putting it all aside. This situation happened on the day of my nieces wedding reception.  She was married that day, had a luncheon and then a reception all at the same venue in Bountiful.  It was a Friday afternoon and evening.  That is the night that I play the organ in the Bountiful Temple.  As hard as I tried I couldn't find a substitute to fill in for me at the organ, so after the wedding, I had to miss the luncheon and dash off to the temple to play the organ.  This was okay to me though because I love it and would just go back after to the reception.  Sooooo -- I was at the organ playing the beautiful hymns -- when I felt a powerful force come to me and rest right by me.  An angel -- a spirit -- a comforter -- MY FATHER -- I knew it was my father -- he came to me often at the temple while I was playing the organ.  My angel father stayed close to me and after a minute or too I heard a quiet voice -- in my heart and soul I heard "BE KIND!" " and tell my girls I love them" I would be returning to the reception and he wanted me to let all his girls know that he loves them ------ and also taught me as he always did in a kind, gentle manner - this time he told me to "BE KIND!".  Tears flowed down my face as I played the organ -- for the rest of the hour, tears flowed down my face -- even on the drive back to the reception and as I told my dad's girls that he loved them.  Alysa the bride was the first one I saw when I got there and I embraced her and told her that grandpa wanted her to know that he loves her.  It was truly an inspirational and gratifying experience.   THANK YOU MY ANGEL FATHER!