I am in Milwaukee visiting my one and only granddaughter Elena for the rest of this week, so, for the next few days I’ve decided to share with you some of the lessons I’ve learned—so far—from my almost two-year-old nietecita.
When my Elena could barely stand, we’d sit by the front windows in her house for hours and she would blow kisses to everyone she saw—the cars and snowplows, the kids walking home from school, the neighbor getting her mail.
She was making her world holy with her love!
Our world certainly can use more Love. And all of us can and will change the world by being, living, sharing love in every little thing we do: how I answer the phone, how I respond to my husband when I’m tired, what I say out loud (and in my head) to the driver that cuts me off on the highway.
From my Elena Clare I have learned that holiness is birthed in the quotidian, not in the grandiose.