Things are not simply “grateful” or “blessed!”
Sometimes we are blessed in areas where we haven’t got other things we wanted, and we are learning to love lives that we didn’t ask for.
(btw, this is my friend Bethany W., not me! We both like our names.
I am standing on top of 2,500-year-old temple ruins in southern Mexico and my breath catches in my throat. I look out over the green grass and the rocks and the perfectly blue sky with a smattering of clouds and as happens so often when I see something unspeakably beautiful, I can feel tears welling up in my eyes. The moment is so brief but holy and lyrics of a Gungor song come to mind:
I see it all like a hymn
The constant refrain of the echo and change
And all is beautiful
There is no giving without any taking
There’s no love without any loss
Everything everyone building and breaking
Oh I see the grace of it all
All is beautiful
I did not travel here on some spiritual pilgrimage or even a vacation. I am actually here for work and we took an hour break from panels…
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