There is a burning thought that cuts through my brain and won't let me ignore the reality of it that breaks through my wanting of the unimportant ... a true story from last week:

At a shelter for those that are experiencing homelessness. I am handing out clothes and shoes. I do this for selfish reasons.  The joy of giving, filling my empty spaces. Giving is a selfish act when it feels so good.

The point of this ramble is....

I overheard two men who picked out shoes and shirts and returned to eating their lunch in the corner. One said to the other, " This is great, this shows you sometimes things just work out right."

My soul rested.