When the worst has happened, when your life seems irretrievably shattered and nothing makes sense, then here’s what you can do: CHOOSE. You can choose love. You can choose to see love at work in your life. You can choose to act out of that love. You can choose to have love sustain you.
This quiet, then and now, makes me feel like I’m cupped in the palm of a hand. But who is holding me? Is someone beyond the summer speaking in this silence? I’m not sure it matters—not as long as I keep listening.