The Grace of Limits
There is irony to be sure, in the fact that yesterday I wrote a post about how helpful walking is for me as a spiritual practice in general, but especially as a part of grieving. Then last night I pulled a flattened box out from beside the fridge and out popped a strip of wood with four long nails sticking out. It seems to be the remnants of getting our flooring replaced last March and has been hiding ever since. I didn’t see the offending nails and stepped right on one with my bare foot and then promptly screeched. It