In
writing, we need commas to give us space to breathe. They aren’t an
end-of-the-line mark like a period. They’re just a moment to refresh and
reevaluate before continuing forward.
In
life, we need breathing spaces too. Just as in a busier sentence, where more
punctuation is necessary, so in a busier life more breathing spaces are needed
to keep the flow of traffic on course.
They
are not moments of radical change. They are not dramatic. They are not
characterized by fireworks and floods of tears.
They
are the whispered prayer, only a breath long. They are an elaborate doodle
among the meeting notes. They are coffee and a savored chapter of C.S. Lewis.
They are the choice to watch the sunset for a few minutes and marvel at the One
who painted it. They are the stillness when you know that He is God.
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