Here is a thought shared on my Facebook this morning, author not identified.
“In the end, only three things matter:
how much you loved,
how gently you lived,
and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.”
I think the hardest thing for me to learn has been the last of these. Throughout my life, it seemed that so much of what went on around me could do better with my insight, my wisdom, my intervention. What I’ve had to realize is that those around me, even those I loved the most, each had their own path to follow. Their path may have taken them places I wish they would not go, paths that might reflect on me in a way I would prefer they not, paths that may be harmful to them or others.
But when I honestly consider my own path, sitting here in the eagle’s nest, I realize that those who have loved me have had concerns about my life choices, been embarrassed by my actions, worried about the harm I might do to myself or others.
But these loving ones never left me. In their faithfulness, they revealed God to me.