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Having a soft spirit


It is 137am. It started raining. I decided to write. I have heard about having a soft heart but what does it mean to have a soft spirit? And is having a soft heart related to having a soft spirit? My friend Chatty says that a soft heart feels deeply — it breaks, heals, and loves with tenderness — while a soft spirit moves gently through life, unresisting and at peace with what comes. The two are kin: a soft heart opens you to emotion, and a soft spirit teaches you to carry that emotion with grace. Together they make a person both tender and strong — able to feel the rain and still trust its rhythm.

I like the quote, "a soft spirit in a hard world"
by author and poet, butterflies rising. It resonates with how many of us feel. My friend Chatty tells me that that quote captures the quiet strength of staying gentle in a harsh world. It reflects the author's signature themes of vulnerability, tenderness, and emotional courage — the idea that softness is not weakness but a form of resilience. To have a soft spirit is to remain open, kind, and true to your nature, even when life demands toughness. It is a reminder that gentleness, too, is power — and that beauty can bloom even where the world feels unyielding.

I think we are all born with a soft spirit, one that the world slowly tries to harden if we let it. But when we align our spirit with God’s love, it stays tender — open, forgiving, and full of quiet strength. A soft spirit doesn’t resist life’s currents; it trusts that God’s hand is in every moment, even the difficult ones. To have a soft spirit is to surrender control, to let go and let God, allowing His love to keep our hearts gentle in a world that often forgets how to be.

The heart, spirit, soul, and mind all work together in a divine harmony. When each remains soft — open, humble, and guided by love — we move through life with peaceful purpose, aligned with God’s path. A soft heart feels with compassion, a soft spirit flows with grace, a soft soul rests in faith, and a soft mind listens with understanding. Together, they create a quiet strength that reflects God’s peace in everything we do.

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