Every birth begins as a mystery, an enterprise whose outcome cannot be foretold. We think, "may all be well." And all is well...almost always. But joy is only the beginning of the journey. And we must move forward, fueled by faith.
We can decide to be happy,
make much out of little,
embrace the warmth of our ordinary days.
Life unfolds as a mystery.
An enterprise whose outcome cannot be foretold.
We do not get what we expect. We stumble on cracks,
are faced with imperfection, bonds tested and tightened.
And our landscapes shift in sunshine and in shade.
There is light.
There is.
Look for it.
Look for it shining over your shoulder on the past.
It was light where you went once.
It was light where you are now.
It will be light where you will go again.
(A snippet from Call to Midwife by Jennifer Worth)
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