So I was making my daughters bed the other morning and I thought to myself- boy I love that crazy girl. (She is quite mad). Now as some of you may know that she was adopted and it was quite a process to go through. There were so many times that we almost gave up and walked away. Yet, we didn’t and almost three years later here she is. It got me thinking about direction and purpose. Situations conspired to bring our daughter to us and at any moment things could have turned out very differently. This present joy is years in the making and perhaps the present sorrow is only there to water the joy that is growing tomorrow. Our path to the now could be made so different by any number of circumstances. You’re here-reading now due to any number of influences. Is this random? Is there really no purpose to this or has every moment been leading up to this one moment.
A moment of Zen
