Beyond My Heart

Had a another really late work day again, like the last two weeks. On Wednesdays, I usually have time to run to the parish house near my church for the theological seminars they've been hosting. For the last two weeks I've been getting out late, and because my workplace is so far away from my house and my church being about 10 minutes away from my house, I've been late to the seminars about twice now. 15 minutes? yeah ok I'm slightly bothered, but it's nothing to worry about. 40 minutes late? I kinda wanna cry. I ended up coming in about 5 minutes before they wrapped up. I would've been a little more bothered, but I got to see my Godparents again for the first time in weeks because they had to quarantine. They even brought me dinner. I almost cried in my chair because of it. These kinds of gestures easily overwhelm me because I am not used to them. Pathetic to openly admit, but it's true. Kindness use to be few and far between for me, but ever since coming here, it's been endless and I don't know how to deal with it. It is wonderful, but it also makes me very emotional. I'm just wholeheartedly grateful to have people like my Godparents in my life. I know the best thing I can do is to pray for them.