My heart is filled, yet hungry; sustained, and yet ravenous all the same. Why is it that my spirit can echo soundly, in a kind of frolicking joyful abandonment, while at the same time I am also helplessly caught within a reverence of cognizance that absorbs the miraculous powers which rest within personal choices, honesty, transparency, and thought?!
Sighs...
Gratitude surely can be found from the smallest things; for gratitude shifts with comparison, encounters compassion, recalls experiences, affects interaction, and then lives to serve.
Simply. And always.
True Living!
Oh, how humbling! To rise up to be, to receive. To Give, to love, to honor! To forgive. To confide. To cherish. To become.
And then to meekly come to understand the subtleties of such finite surety and thus enter into a space, time, and threshold of prosperity that unequivocally recognizes that anything is possible.
Anything is possible.
Think on that.
Living Joy - This Carman Girl
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