I don’t want to waste any more time scrambling for applause (especially my own). I want to enjoy being me.
I don’t want to be closed and cramped. I want to open wider and wider with each passing hour.
I’ve been practicing.
Each early June morning, I bring one magnolia blossom inside. I enjoy it all day. I enjoy everything about it – the fragrance and the softness and the white and the wonder of its opening wider and wider with each passing hour.
I never say it’s not enough.
It is God’s handiwork.
So am I.
Thank You.
“Each of us is God’s handiwork. . . .” Ephesians 2:10
"A rabbi named Zusha died and went to stand before the judgment seat of God. As he waited for God to appear, he grew nervous. He began to imagine that God was going to ask him, 'Why weren’t you Moses or why weren’t you Solomon or why weren’t you David?' But when God appeared, the rabbi was surprised. God simply asked him, 'Why weren’t you Zusha?'" an Hasidic story