I came across this quote early this morning. I read it, then sat with it a bit to let the words sink in.
I could almost hear a distant wind, carrying those unknown blessings. Across plains and through mountain canyons. Rising and dipping with the breeze, like crisp fallen leaves.
Unknown blessings, dancing along dirt roads and city streets, washing up on doorsteps all around the globe. Millions of them . . . enough for everyone, everywhere.
So much faith and hope in this little quote.
Wishing you all a happy weekend.