I wondered if the fixed smile–as I perceived it–wasn’t also a wince from hurt carried constantly conscious. Inescapable.
Do we “snap out of” divine moments because they are too much for us?
“I’m not a racist. I have a lot of black friends. I work with a lot of black people.”
Moments of pure loving as we held and simply adored our babies… What happens to those?
To listen with exquisite attention is a unique act of loving, never to happen again. Sacred
Forget “One day at a time,” or, “Live in the moment,” if you aren’t up to them… What IS naturally human is relationship. Relate to one Christface at a time. As each comes.