And while Mary Alice thought she had failed because she was lying in her bed, she was doing exactly what she should have been doing. Stepping back. Resting instead of performing. Gathering her strength.
I always think of animals at times like this. They know how to lie down and just watch the world go by. Because they don’t speak with words, they don’t trip themselves up, trying to figure out what they’ve done wrong. They’ve done nothing wrong. They are content to spend every day living. Life is just as dangerous for them as it is for us, but they don’t spend years worrying about the inevitable. And don’t tell me they don’t know they’re going to die someday. They do.
So, who is the smarter creature?
The Spirit of Scatarie by Lesley Crewe