I was over visiting Judie Sigdel’s blog, Eclectic Spirituality, a couple days ago. She was writing about how when she was young she wanted very much to help people when she grew up. That desire took her through many doors, but it wasn’t until she was confronted with an opportunity at work that the idea of what that help might look like actually gelled for her.
It’s a lovely post. I certainly could identify with what she was saying. I do hope you’ll stop by Judie’s blog and have a read. You can find it at Shine your brightest light. I think you’ll love her blog. It’s very peaceful and very, hm… Eclectic!!!
When I was leaving a comment for her a quote skidded into my mind. A quote by George Eliot, which was actually the pen name for Mary Anne Evans, an English novelist, poet, journalist, translator and one of the leading writers of the Victorian era. Although female authors were published under their own names during Eliot’s time, she deliberately chose a male pen name to be sure her work would be taken seriously.
Though Eliot struggled a lot with her faith, her father even threatening to throw her out of the house because of her questioning, you can find it written into many of her works. She had definite ideas of how people should treat others. That’s why I liked her quote so much.
What do we live for if not to make life less difficult for each other?
For me that question was at the heart of Judie’s post. And Eliot’s question is my own as well. If the day ever comes when we all live by that thought, perhaps there might finally be some peace on this earth… What do you do to make life a little less difficult for others?
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