I’m grateful for the mystery of how sometimes I am spared from myself. Like today at the grocery store.
A regular stop, just a few things. I made it past the thin, brown-edged crispy sugar cookies that I have said no to for quite awhile now. I escaped one more time yielding to the childish, cheating voice that tries to trick me into buying and eating just one cookie. Or two. Continue reading Crumbs
“Even when the fire of love seems dead, I still throw little straws upon the embers, and I am certain that the fire will be rekindled.”-St Therese of Lisieux
This was the daily inspiration on the last day of August in The Little Way for Every Day. How grateful I am to have witnesses to the ups and downs of feeling faith-full.
Today as I re-read it, a visual comes of sitting beside the small fire and offering more like splinters than kindle. But still, there is a warmth and peace in knowing this is all part of living in the human divine. And we get to live it all, together in faith.