Sara slipped into glory as I was grasping for the bits of glory still clinging to my shirt from all the praise and learning this weekend.
Today, thinking about all the gals that loved Sara and what she stood for, spoke about and lived out, I had to take a moment to remind myself about what matters to us all.
I can continue on with my days feeling lost, and losing track of hours and opportunities. Alternatively, I can return to the small notebook in my purse and focus instead on bits of light dancing on my living room walls. Let that moment swell to overtake the nagging voice trying to let the dust settling on the floor unsettle my heart.
For these moments I am grateful: