The other day I heard blogger and author Glennon Doyle Melton explain that the root meaning of the word crisis is "to sift." And like a child sifting through sand at the beach for seashells, during a crisis everything unnecessary falls away and you are left with the treasures. All that you need can't be taken from you.
Since I am almost 40 now -- God, I love saying that -- I finally know what beauty is. To me, beauty is the beach near my house, puttering around my kitchen, the laughter of a good friend, my dogs' stinky fur, Amma's inability to say the letter R, Tish's sensitive heart, Chase's darkening summer skin against his ultra white teeth, Craig playing hide and seek by himself, the steeple of my beloved church, a hot chai tea, and the banyan trees in my front yard. Today I will FILL UP WITH THIS BEAUTY.
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