We go on after loss, one holy breath at a time. No one knows where the road might take them. None of these gifts have been purchased or sought after, but have come to me by grace.
To be grateful for our blessings and to share them, free of reward, is itself a gift of grace. One fine loaf becomes food for a multitude. One tiny fish, a plenitude of sustenance.
The gifts and blessings we’ve been given are multiplied by our Love, and Love, the greatest gift of grace, goes on, inviting.
LBM 4/18/2021 For William