I have read Tiny Beautiful Things twice, all the way through. I have dog-eared pages and hi-lighted passages. Every single time I flip through it to find the marked pages, I get a chill through my chest.
Today, I was flipping through to find the passage about love being worth all the hubaloo. But instead I found the passages about God and it’s sentiment made it’s way into the dark parts of my soul that have been plaguing me this winter.
I hope you never struggle with thoughts of god’s existence and questions about human suffering. Chances are, you will and I hope you pick up this book. I hope you hi-light and underline and bend pages, and I hope that the cover becomes faded and damaged.
"What if you allowed your God to exist in the simple words of compassion others offer to you? What if faith is the way it feels to lay your hand on your daughter’s sacred body? What if the greatest beauty of the day is the shaft of sunlight through your window? What if the worst thing happened and you rose anyway? What if you trusted in the human scale? What if you listened harder to the story of the man on the cross who found a way to endure his suffering than to the one about the impossible magic of the Messiah? Would you see the miracle in that?"
~Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed