"I believe there are quiet victories and struggles, great sacrifices of self, and noble acts of heroism...done every day in nooks and corners, and in little households, and in men's and women's hearts." How well said.
Quiet victories. Those words made me think back over my week and the quiet victories I'd seen.
An elderly man in white shirt and white bob overalls, making his slow way with a walker from his door to his garden.
The lonely great white egret that has been living in the small lake at the end of our road, suddenly joined by two others. (How did they know he was here? As far as I know, these birds are unusual for this area.)
Ben on his scooter. A new skill for a boy not usually willing to take risks.
My friend standing quietly erect to receive guests at the visitation for her son's funeral, a young man of 33.
Quiet victories, every one.
I wonder how many we pass in a day without seeing them? A child who can reach the sink for the first time, a mother watching her child leave for school, a man shaving with painful arthritic fingers...the list is endless, isn't it?
Quiet victories, quiet heroes.
oh yes. endless. I have goose bumps on my arms, now, reading this -- imagining the range of possibilities.
ReplyDeleteReally makes me wonder what I've missed everyday too. I'm gonna pay closer attention tomorrow to see how many I can find.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, and so very true. Thank you for sharing this gentle reminder today.
ReplyDeleteWe just hurry too much, don't we? and miss the real things in life.
ReplyDeletebeautiful words to take to heart and meditate on. i appreciate you sharing them.
ReplyDeleteInteresting post, Granny Sue.
ReplyDeleteMakes me think I need to slow down and pay more attention.
Thank you!
Thanks for food for thought -- of which I always need more. Cheers for quiet victories!
ReplyDeleteI come here to give my heart ease, thank you, you've done it again.
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