Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after another. The race is not always to the swift - but to those who keep on running!
Turning the boulders life throws at us into stepping stones requires strength and perseverance....and often daily! When the boulders seem huge....the strength we need can be found in the most delicate of sights. At the end of a very disappointing day, I found myself drawn to cool shadows of the garden....with bare feet on ancient brick, the soul soothing symphony of cicadas and crickets and an occasional out of rhythm frog in the background... watching the flicker of the fireflies as they danced to the garden music. What lessons to be found in the dusk of the day...such strength in the joy to be found there! In the purple of this late summer evening, I am reminded that hope was....hope is...hope will be again....hope floats...hope grows..hope is a light we keep inside where no one sees it...hope begins in the dark.....and sometimes the best we can do in a day is to plant hope..... and make stepping stones from the boulders life throws at you! To our children that today met head on with yet another boulder life tossed at them....plant hope.......decorate your life with the stepping stones you can chisel from each day....and keep running....the race will be yours!