I can't even begin to comprehend.

A while ago, my dad was having a rough time at work. He felt people were taking advantage of his easy forgiveness and calm demeanor, and felt like he was being weak where he needed to be firm. He told me about a man who wrote a particularly brash email, and while my dad sent a calm and rational one in return, though he was angry he got such an email, another guy from his office stood up to the man, and defended my dad, but in not kind words. I didn't know what to say to my dad, so I told him he did the right thing by being the bigger man. I think thats a common thing in the workplace, that the "good Christians" get taken advantage of simply because they are nice. But that night, as I was reading my scriptures that used to be my brothers, there was a small handout that talked about "blessed are the meek" or something along those lines. As I read, I started to smile, because the man that they were describing to be the ideal person, who was humble and meek, was what my dad was being, and what he perceived as being weak. I took the handout my brother had put in those scriptures so long ago, and pasted it onto a piece of paper, and then wrote my dad a note, leaving it outside his door. When I got back to my room, I was so grateful to be able to be the hands of God, if only for a moment. I can't even begin to see the vastness of His plan for us, because there is no way that my brother just happened to put that handout in the pages I, as a slightly irregular reader during the summer, would be reading on the night of my dad's hardship. I will forever be grateful for that, and the confirmation of the power of God that experience was for me.