In the daily struggle to fight for joy, to hold on to hope, I am constantly asking what I should do. What's the next step? What's the next task? What should I do?
And it occurs to me this morning--this cool, blustery, rainy fall day--that sometimes the step is not a do. Sometimes it's just a be. Be still, be silent. Just for a moment, just be.
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