Circumstances in life often take us places that we never intended to go. We visit some places of beauty, others of pain and desolation.
Disappointment is a sticky one, because no one can steal contentment, joy, gratitude, or peace - we have to give it away.
When the seasons shift, even the subtle beginning, the scent of a promised change, I feel something stir inside me. Hopefulness? Gratitude? Openness? Whatever it is, it's welcome.
I write about the power of trying, because I want to be okay with failing. I write about generosity because I battle selfishness. I write about joy because I know sorrow. I write about faith because I almost lost mine, and I know what it is to be broken and in need of redemption. I write about gratitude because I am thankful - for all of it.
James Green Somerville