Albert Schweitzer said that, and I recently read it on a blog I frequently read, ordinary courage. I like the quote because my light goes out from time to time. And then somebody comes along and adds a small spark to my dying flame, and, swoosh, I am aflame again.
There are many such people in my life. I can’t even start mentioning all of them, because there are so many, and knowing me, I will leave some out.
My kids rekindle me all the time. Today, as I rushed off with Elise to a sleepover I felt a bit like a chewed toy. I was in my sweats, my hair had seen better days. I had not showered and I had worked out. I had made breakfast for five teens, and I had not slept much last night. The house looked like tornado Olga had hit it. There was no more milk in the house and I could not stop thinking of unpaid bills.
“You look so pretty in red lipstick,” said Elise. It was all I needed to hear to feel better. She did not point out the obvious, like the fact that I had worn the same sweats for a few days or that the car looked like somebody had used it to live in. She just said something really nice.
Albert S encourages us to think with gratitude of those who have lighted the flame in us. I agree. But I would like to add: Think about somebody who needs their flame rekindled today and be the spark that they need!