By Mariah Schultz
When I was first asked to consider being a contributor for Superior Disciple, I went to the chapel to pray. While I was there, I saw Heather (who’s mentioned later in this post) changing the lightbulbs in the chapel. I was moved by the fact that she was spending an afternoon changing lightbulbs. She is the coordinator for our Newman center and is a busy woman. Yet, out of love for our Lord, for our chapel, and for our students, she jumped in and did what needed to be done.
St. Thérèse of Lisieux and Mother Teresa often talked about the importance of doing small acts with great love. I was reminded of that when I saw Heather doing a job that to some might have seemed small. I saw great love in it, and that made me start taking note of different times I was shown great love in small ways.
Love is not only a feeling, but is also a choice and an action. Following is a sequence of moments when people chose to love me through their actions.
A long time ago, I told a friend of mine what my favorite coffee drink is. A few months ago, I was walking down the hall of my university when I got a text from him. It simply asked where I was. I told him I was on campus and asked if I had missed something I was supposed to be at. He then explained to me that it was two for one day at Caribou and that he had gotten me a caramel macchiato. Not only did he buy it for me, he also brought it to me. This man had no reason to go out of his way to show me love in this manner, but he did, and I am filled with gratitude.
I was seen. I was remembered. I was loved.
Thank you, Peter, for showing me great love in that small act.
This year was the first time I had a car at college. It’s a big deal because cars are a huge responsibility. I’ve used a number of cars, each with their own quirks and problems. The one I brought to college this year didn’t have any real internal problems other than a broken air conditioner. However, one day, I was worried there might be something wrong with my radiator (which helps regulate engine temperature). I texted my friend Riley asking if he could tell me how to check, and he sent back videos of him opening the radiator reservoir in his girlfriend’s car because it’s similar to mine. I wasn’t able to watch them, so he just came over. He could have told me to Google it, but instead, he came to my apartment, helped me look at it, and filled it for me.
I was seen as worthy of help. I never felt like a burden.
Thank you, Riley, for showing me great love in that small act.
Yesterday, I was in the chapel at my school. A dear friend of mine came in just before I left. As I left, she followed me, simply to hug me and tell me how much she loves me.
I was blatantly reminded of the love my friend has for me.
Thank you, Traci, for showing me great love in that small act.
In the spring semester, I told my friend Pablo that I do better studying when I’m with someone else, sitting quietly. I know he appreciates silence, so I asked him if I could study with him sometime. He said yes so willingly and invited me to come over to study whenever.
I was shown hospitality and generosity.
Thank you, Pablo, for showing me great love in that small act.
At Mass yesterday, I decided to wear a dress that I really love. It’s comfortable, pretty, and modest (this combo feels like a miracle when it happens, I promise). I was praying between Confession and Mass when Heather walked by me. Heather is the coordinator for our Newman center; she is consistently a lovely human inside and out. Her sense of style is genuinely admirable; she is the queen of the “modest, beautiful, comfortable” style. She walked by me, touched my shoulder, and told me I looked nice.
I was shown love through Heather’s affirmation.
Thank you, Heather for showing me great love in that small act.
I hope that this post has encouraged you to look around your world and to see all of the active love people are pouring out on you. It’s real, people.
Consider yourself encouraged to keep a notebook of moments when people showed you love even in small things.
Catch you on the flippity-flop, my friends. Know of my prayers for y’all.
St. Thérèse of Lisieux and Pope St. John Paul the Great, pray for us!