A few wonderful things happened on the Internet this week.



This last smile came to me today in the form of an old friend.
Amanda is spending a year in Namibia with
WorldTeach, and I so enjoy reading her blog about the significant struggle and beauty this life represents, both in abject poverty and abundant blessing. Today, she posted a poem by
Rilke (of whom I've become a subject) and the last few lines grabbed me profoundly. I know they would do the same for others:
This is what the things can teach us:
to fall,
patiently to trust our heaviness.
Even a bird has to do that
before he can fly.
Rilke's
Book of Hours