Even this day

Some days will be magical. We willl hold hands and dance, and laugh at how easy it all seems. If we’re lucky, we’ll notice the miracle.

Other days will be hard. On these days, the muggle days and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days, we will do what we can to get by. We will deal. We will grieve. As improbable as it may seem, we will take these days and live.

In the grips of life’s mood swings, Nadia Bolz-Weber teaches that our hope for joy exists only in actual reality, today. Even this day.

So yeah…we can grieve this shit show. We can grieve our dead. We can lament, and fight and struggle. We can register our complaints. But let it all be based in a relationship with actual reality.

Because actual reality is also the only place where actual joy is to be found. If joy is delayed until a preferred future comes about, we set ourselves up for despair. But if there is hope in THIS day. Joy in THIS reality. This life. This body. This heart, then certainly we can prevail.

—Nadia Bolz-Weber, The SAME DAMN Lesson Again

THIS day.

Grand gestures and tiny kindness will grow from cracks in

THIS sidewalk.

Bone tired, we will breathe deep and look to the moon

THIS night.

When even that is a struggle, we will simply breathe

THIS breath.

This inhale…

This exhale…

This moment.

This peace.

🖤