Days of Being: December 1

While the rain fell outside her cabin in the early morning darkness in the mountains in North Carolina, she inhaled “grace and peace” and exhaled “fear and hate.” She received grace and peace. She let go of fear and hate. Again and again. With every breath, her prayer mingled with the falling water and the promise of dawn.

I’d love for you to share one of your ordinary moments in the comments below.  Or you can submit a few sentences about one of your ordinary moments and I’ll write a Days of Being entry to post online and on Instagram. If you’d like to participate, email me at

Days of Being is a micro-memoir and micro-story project exploring memories and moments from our ordinary days. Multiple years are represented within the project celebrating what Madeleine L’Engle once said: “I am still every age that I have been.” Today’s micro-memoir is from one of my December 1s.