When I read beautiful words, I record them. I write them down and return to them over and over again. I revisit them. I turn them around in my mind and even try them out on my lips. When the words really strike me, I see how they fit into my life.
It never ceases to amaze me how simple words strung together in a particular order can impact me so. I have revisited these words over and over since first reading them nearly ten days ago. Perhaps they will impact you, too?
I wonder what might change if we see the everyday through the lens of the Sacred. See each moment as a gift. See ourselves not as powerless. . . but powerful.
Maybe these words only struck me because I needed them. Because in these final days of pregnancy, filled with sleepless nights and discomfort, I know I am merely surviving and not thriving.
Perhaps these words are only for me. . . but maybe they’re not.