These words share an etymological root.
Hidden right within the word compassion is compass.
I think it’s trying to tell us there’s no other way we’re going to find our way.
That.
Just do that.
A mess? Clean it up.
A job? Do it. Do it in a way only you can.
The blinking cursor? Type. And keep typing.
A meal? Taste. Enjoy. Give thanks.
Another’s tears? Hold them. Sit with them. Don’t try to fix them. Just be with them.
What our past was and what are future will become pales in comparison to what Heaven is ushering at our fingertips.
Point at beauty.
Embrace mystery.
Dance with paradox.
Rest inbetween bursts.
Curate unlikely friendships.
Craft.
Enjoy.
Be.
…is the biggest reason you’re here.
So of course the path is narrow.
It’s your path, not all of ours.
I heard the speaker tonight slip this into his message.
“Master the ask.”
I’ve often said that our questions can be our greatest answers, and now I’m excited to see that the art of asking can be a beautiful journey into mastery.
So may we “master the ask.”
Hope this fits as well for you as it did for me.
Ashton.Gustafson 