This is JUST what I needed to hear today. It’s a quote from a book, but I converted it to poem format, because…well, because that’s how it spoke to my heart.
Maybe one day we’ll grow weary of whining and instead celebrate the rain, the manna, the half-filled glass of water, the little gifts from heaven that make each day bearable. Instead of cloaking ourselves in the armor of pessimism, maybe we’ll concede that we are who we are: capricious, unfortune, wonderful, delicate, alive. Forgiven. — Mark Collins in On the Road to Emmaus
Collins’ book is available here: On the Road to Emmaus
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