This morning, I sit on the porch with a warm cup of coffee. There is a chill of autumn in the air. My heart turns to the place where I spend time each month -the nursing home. It’s a space filled with quiet holiness, where God’s presence is often felt in the smallest, simplest acts of care.
Each morning begins with a “Good morning,” a greeting that can shape someone’s entire day. Waking residents, offering a smile, and speaking with gentleness – these are sacred moments. It’s humbling to realize that the tone of your voice will be the first kindness someone hears all day.
Throughout the day, there are stories. Memories shared by those who drift in and out of the present moment. Sometimes, words come slowly or wander into another time entirely. Yet, listening – truly listening – becomes an act of love. In those conversations, I see glimpses of who they once were. They were children who ran and played. They were young adults with dreams. They became parents who built families and people who created and loved deeply.
The nursing home is often their final home. Some have few visitors, and holidays can feel long and lonely. But the care team – nurses, CNAs, housekeepers, therapists – they become family. Nurses move quickly, hearts steady even when their feet are weary. CNAs respond to every light above a door, carrying both patience and compassion through every shift. Housekeepers often feel unnoticed yet they bring warmth through quiet service. One lady who comes to mind, fills the halls with hymns that soften the air and lift the spirit.
In these moments, I am reminded: this is holy ground. Each task, no matter how small, is an act of love offered to the people of God.
Today, on my day off, I pause to give thanks. I am grateful for the privilege of serving. I appreciate the beauty in aging. I honor the sacredness of care. I thank God for the sparkle in a resident’s eyes. I am thankful for the courage of my coworkers. I am also grateful for the still, small ways His presence moves through our hands and hearts.
May we each remember that love doesn’t need to be loud to be life-changing. Sometimes it looks like listening, holding a hand, or simply saying, “Good morning, I’m glad you’re here.”
Lord, thank You for the gift of serving others in Your name.
Bless every caregiver, every nurse, every housekeeper, every soul who enters those halls.
Let our words carry comfort, our hands bring peace, and our hearts reflect Your love.
Remind us that each act of care is sacred in Your eyes.
Amen. 🌿
The Prayer Porch 