Every older person worries about forgetfulness. But, when Vanderbilt Divinity School intern Summer Hyche told her audience, "We are a forgetful people" she was not talking about dementia.
"We forget we are loved," she said. She is right.
Love is humanity's core longing. But what if your heart's house feels empty? Reminding you of God's Love may ring false if you think everyone hates or ignores you.
Low self worth blocks Love. The shame I feel when I fail to be present to another, lose patience, or don't meet expectations aggravates that.
It is natural, though foolish, to allow others to define our "lovability." A supervisor spouting venom may seem more powerful than your invisible God.
Each day we silently seek signs of love. They are everywhere but we may be blind to them.
Today I noticed an invitation in the church bulletin. It asked that we remain seated in silence during the Postlude to consider how to connect what we heard inside church with our lives of service outside.
As you serve others today may you experience the soft rain of God's grace nurturing the meadow of your soul. That grace is love.
-Rev. Erie Chapman
Photo-painting – "Soft Rain at Dawn" Erie Chapman, 2020
Journal of Sacred Work 
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