Small Things…Great Love

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     In my last blog post, I talked about my desire to take a more purposeful journey into loving well.

     A couple days after writing that post, I was asked to visit a woman in the hospital. I don’t care much for hospitals, and the thought of doing hospital visitation always feels uncomfortable to me. I recalled the words I’d written about challenging my comfort in order to love well. In my previous post I’d said, “Discomfort with my current level of loving presents a worthwhile challenge, and I purpose to lean into the discomfort.”

     All right, perhaps God was giving me an opportunity through this hospital visit to do just that.

     All the way to the hospital, I prayed. I asked God’s help to love well the woman I was about to visit. I prayed I might be a reflection of Christ’s caring and compassion. I thanked God I was considered trustworthy enough to partner in the Divine work being done in this woman’s life.

     My prayer was answered. I felt at ease in an environment that usually causes me discomfort. I realized my smile was warm and my words were grace filled—not because I was naturally inclined to be happy and gracious but because God’s love, joy and grace flowed through me as I talked to and prayed with this lady.

     Mother Teresa said, “Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.”

     I know my visit with a lady in the hospital wouldn’t qualify as a “great thing.” It was only one small act. But, I believe, because I challenged myself to “lean into” my discomfort and asked God to fill in the gaps of my inadequacy, I was able to do a “small thing with great love.”

     And, you know what? It felt terrific!

     What about you? I would love to hear about your experience in doing a “small thing with great love.”

     Blessings on your journey of loving well…

Sue Reeve


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  1. I have a very sweet “Italian” neighbor who I love to talk to. He’s about 78 years old and lives alone. He also does “Meals on Wheels” for our local Senior Center. Each week I leave him magazines that I subscribe to, and hang them on his apartment doorknob in a bag when I finished with them, and he in turn, brings them to the local Senior Center. However, the other day, I noticed he never took them off his door and I also noticed that his car was parked in the same space for 2 days. Concerned, I called him and he said that his brother passed away and he felt so sad. After speaking to him for a while, he told me how much he appreciated my call and my caring was worth more than “one million dollars” to him!! Before hanging up the phone, I made sure he knew how much Dave and I did cared and we were just next door if he needed us!

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