— Shauna Niequist, Bread & Wine (via isopod)
There is a metaphor that has circulated for several years now, called “Footprints,” in which a person looks back on their life as if looking at a beach, and notices that during the hard times, there is only one set of footprints. In this metaphor, God says those are the times when he carried the person.
I don’t mean to take away from the people for whom this metaphor has power, but my experience was a little different. For one thing, I never felt carried. Every day, I had to get up and keep putting one foot in front of another. I had a little daughter who depended on me.
But when I look back on that time, I don’t see one set of footprints or even two. I see hundreds. All the people who mailed cards, sent casseroles and gift cards for pizza, who prayed for us, thought of us, visited us, and cared for us. They let us know that we were not alone."
Joanna Crawford, from Accepting Help
Tomorrow morning we’re all going to wake up and have to get the laundry done, pick up the groceries and figure out how to pay the electricity bills.
Be kind to each other. It matters.
Watch, O Lord, with those who wake, or watch, or weep tonight, and give your angels charge over those who sleep.
Tend your sick ones, O Lord Christ.
Rest your weary ones.
Bless your dying ones.
Soothe your suffering ones.
Pity your afflicted ones.
Shield your joyous ones.
And for all your love’s sake. Amen.
— Saint Augustine (via isopod)
— Thich Nhat Hanh, Living Buddha, Living Christ (via isopod)