There is no destination, no resting place to reach, no final answer. There is simply the journey we take and the story we live with our feet, with our heart. We may stop along the way to rest - not because we have arrived, but to take this part in a little more deeply. We may pause to listen or savor a threshold, but the journey is our story, The Story. Each obstacle we overcome, each companion treasured, each grief suffered is a sacred moment along the way.
Sometimes Grace enables us to sing our story . . . rhythm, harmony and lyrics all melt into one movement and we simply float on the melody of What Is, touching the Beauty as we go.
Sometimes there is an indescribable moment when, unexpectedly, harmonies touch a nerve in the heart with such tenderness that simply breathing threatens to interfere. The beauty is almost unbearable and the gift of the moment overwhelming.
What is that - Truth, Grace, Joy, God, a Glimpse of Eternity . . . all of these ? Must we label such pure moments of Life?