This past month was particularly challenging, to say the least, and I've been thinking a lot about kindness. And I’ve been thinking about the phrase “To live with more kindness.” To let the brave, long, line of love — love for ourselves and others — propel us towards it. Letting the in-between of uncertainty, and fear, and anxiety, and belief, and hope between what we know and what we might pray — either on the page, at the altar, or at the river — give us hope for our friends, and family, and all we meet. That we may live with more kindness. That we watch when the page begins to turn more pulpit than picnic table. That we watch when we become more pulpit than picnic table. And we return again to expand, instead of contract, our patience.
this was so beautiful and needed <3 thank you for sharing
i needed this today. thank you so much for writing it.