we weren't promised a happy story, no sunrise or twilight is ever guaranteed. But the day, and broken down still further to this moment, is what we have - now, this breath taken, is the promise of enough. That which unfolds from here, life, is varied in expression.
Our grace is not the story - but the
acceptance found in its
unfolding.
and so we come to happiness, and grief, sorrow, and joy - a full story. It's the only promise that we know.
It's enough.
~
Peace,
Eric
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