The “L” Word

I recently listened to a podcast where the guest mentioned “the least, the last, the lost, the left out, the lonely, and those who have lost hope.” Turns out that phrase is from the Bible, who knew?! Certainly not someone educated in the Catholic school system back in the day. (IYKYK) Regardless of the source, the quote has stayed with me for months.

Truth be told, I have been some version of all of those at one time or another. If those experiences helped shape who I am today, then I guess I should be grateful. I’m not sure the lessons needed to be quite so harsh, but I’ll admit I can be a slow learner.

The best part of having survived those experiences is that my heart feels deeply for others when their L word arrives. It’s not always easy to recognize those in the throes of heartache or despair; people tend to keep that shtuff to themselves. Given the current state of crazy in our world, our country, our schools, our neighborhoods, our families – I think it’s safe to presume most everyone is some kind of L word.

Reflecting on this phrase has helped me remember what helped when I was knee-deep in survival mode. The unconditional love of family and friends was life-saving. People’s willingness to listen (again and again) was an immeasurable gift. Those who took the time to reach out brightened moments that felt hopeless. All of it, every kindness, made such a difference in my life.

Having been blessed beyond measure, my goal is to pay it forward. Please feel free to join me.