When it is we who do <\/p>\n
the stepping, it is hard <\/p>\n
to see the steps. But <\/p>\n
look where you are. <\/p>\n
Years ago, the one<\/p>\n
you\u2019ve carried since birth<\/p>\n
was waiting inside for you. <\/p>\n
I remember the day <\/p>\n
you lifted your face<\/p>\n
from its stream. <\/p>\n
This very day you <\/p>\n
are bringing what <\/p>\n
you carried through <\/p>\n
the fire into the world. <\/p>\n
Even more, you have <\/p>\n
become the cup that <\/p>\n
holds your soul. <\/p>\n
And lifting your face<\/p>\n
from the stream of all<\/p>\n
you carry is what we <\/p>\n
call living your gift.<\/p>\n
You fit your gift. <\/p>\n
Your gift fits you. It <\/p>\n
doesn\u2019t matter if you have <\/p>\n
everything in place. Slow <\/p>\n
and live this day. You <\/p>\n
have earned this view.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When it is we who do the stepping, it is hard to see the steps. But look where you are. Years ago, the one you\u2019ve carried since birth was waiting inside for you. I remember the day you lifted your face from its stream. This very day you are bringing what you carried through the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2538,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1165","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marks-weekly-reflections"],"yoast_head":"\n