"Being blessed is a little like being handed a map and a little like drinking a glass of cold water and a little like being defibrillated." !! What an amazing description!
What a stunning witness to the quiet power of blessing. Not the grand, spotlight kind, but the kind that shows up in back pews, wooded gatherings, and Airbnb small groups. The kind that reminds us we belong before we’ve earned it and are sent before we fully understand why.
Your family’s openness to receive what others freely give is its own kind of priesthood. You didn’t just get blessed. You lived like people who expected it, welcomed it, and knew what to do with it.
What a beautiful story of blessing. It’s so important to remember in this world of chaos and grief. There is still blessing. We are still blessed.
"Being blessed is a little like being handed a map and a little like drinking a glass of cold water and a little like being defibrillated." !! What an amazing description!
What a stunning witness to the quiet power of blessing. Not the grand, spotlight kind, but the kind that shows up in back pews, wooded gatherings, and Airbnb small groups. The kind that reminds us we belong before we’ve earned it and are sent before we fully understand why.
Your family’s openness to receive what others freely give is its own kind of priesthood. You didn’t just get blessed. You lived like people who expected it, welcomed it, and knew what to do with it.
And maybe that’s the most sacred thing of all.
This comment feels like a blessing itself. Thank you.