Stop and See the Love
My life moves rather fast. If I’m not careful, I could miss all the instances of love that are everywhere waiting for me to just notice.
On Easter
Sunday, I went from Savannah, Georgia to Southern Utah.
I could feel
bad about not being at my own church on Easter Sunday, but then I’d be denying
the power of that evening mass the night before, which left me feeling even
more connected to all that is. I’d also miss the power of Love in the beautiful mountains in Utah, complete with caribou sighting.
Love, like God is everywhere.
I could
complain about missing my 2-year-old granddaughter’s Easter egg hunt, where she’d,
for the first time, find her own eggs. But if I did, I’d be missing all the
love that came from my daughter, who after working late, got up to take her niece
to that hunt. She sent pictures and shared wonderful stories of joy and love
that was extended to my granddaughter who was a tad slower than the older kids.
Those faster kids turned around and emptied their baskets to Alayna.
Love is everywhere.
I could
complain about two flights and a 3-hour car ride, but then I’d have to forget the
words of my mother, who was born 100 years ago. To her, all travel was “still
faster than the pony express.” She’d marvel at how far I’d gone in the same
day.
Love never leaves; like our ancestors, it’s
still with us and is everywhere.
I could be
bothered by the fact that I’m not in a big hotel, one that comes with room
service; but if I did, there would be something wrong with me. I’m in a
beautifully cozy executive suite. The hosts filled my refrigerator with vegan meals
and treats that I couldn’t have gotten from any room service menu.
Love is in this room and it’s everywhere.
I could
complain about not being with my family, but then I’d miss the love of the
strangers I met on my journey. Love was in the joyful announcement of the
flight attendant who told me that they all loved my work. It was in the driver
who made sure that I was comfortable and told me that I could have as many
stops as I needed.
There was
love in the passenger who sat next to me on the flight. He didn’t speak the
entire four hours, but when it was time to go, he asked which bag mine was, and
lovingly got it down for me.
Stop and see the love. It’s
always there, but when you complain, you miss it.
Be you Be Well, Be
Loved
Bertice Berry, PhD
