Loving The Forgotten

My heart is heavy.



Today, my daughter and I visited her great-grandmother in a rehab/nursing center.  Granny Nell fell and broke her hip which required surgery.  Between surgery and her going back home is some rehabilitation.

Oh my goodness...these places break my heart.  Full of people who  feel discarded and forgotten.  While I enjoyed my visit with Granny, my heart ached for those who looked so lost and lonely. 

A smile or a wave.  A gentle pat on the arm.  A friendly "Hello".  These are very simple acts of compassion that I can do to possibly brighten someone's day.

Are we willing to let "That's too difficult for me.  It's too sad." (our selfishness) continue to isolate these gentle spirits?  Because when we do that, we are saying to them, "You are old.  You do not matter."   And that is not how these sweet souls should live...thinking they do not matter.

They need to be loved on.  Spoken to sweetly.  And treated as valuable.

I do not have all the answers.  There is no way I can help everybody, and I know that.  It is overwhelming for me to think of all the needs and have no way to supply them.

But I can do SOMETHING. 

Anything.


And so can you.

Do SOMETHING.


"And the King will answer them, 'Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.' Matthew 25:40"