28/11/2025
Friday Reflection On the Weight of Choice and the Fragility of Time
I began this morning with an entirely different message in hand… yet something in the quiet hours before dawn urged me toward another path one woven with tenderness, truth, and the strange clarity that follows loss.
Yesterday, as we gathered to honour my mother-in-law’s life, a single moment reshaped my understanding of how deeply unseen a person can feel, even while surrounded by those who care. The minister, steady and sincere, shared something none of us knew words spoken only in the privacy of their visits. In her final months, she had asked him why she was hated, why the door to her rest remained closed when her pain had become more than she felt she could bear.
His answer was gentle, almost luminous in its simplicity that her time would come, and she was not unwanted.
Those words eased her spirit. For the first time in months, she slept peacefully, carrying with her the assurance that she was not abandoned, not lost, not overlooked.
He spoke of relationships and the velocity of modern life how we rush past one another, caught in the machinery of our days. He urged us not only to see, but to truly see the people passing through our orbit. It’s astonishing how much suffering stays hidden beneath polite smiles and quiet endurance.
When the day’s noise settled and I returned home, I kept turning his words over in my mind. I thought of the many people we encounter in our work those who carry private battles, those who feel trapped by their circumstances, those who reach out with more hope than they realise.
Later, as I opened my feed, a post appeared, a question I’d seen many times before, usually one I scroll past to avoid any hint of self-promotion. But it surfaced again, as if insisting on being noticed. A woman struggling with sales. One glance at her website revealed the issue. While others crowded her with “DM me” and offers of paid consultations, I felt a kind of protective impatience on her behalf. So I told her plainly what the problem was. When she admitted she didn’t know what SEO meant, I offered my email and said she could reach out if she wished no conditions, no hidden agenda, just help for the sake of helping.
There is still grace in this world.
There are still moments of pure human kindness, still people who extend a hand without expecting anything in return. And there are still opportunities scattered generously across our days though we must be willing to notice them, to choose them, to act upon them.
The rose in the image came from a bouquet given to me yesterday. A quiet reminder that beauty persists, even in the shadow of grief. A reminder that life is finite, and choices are not.
We do not command the hour we are taken. But we do command how we use the hours we are given the legacies we build, the courage we summon, the love we reveal through action rather than intention. For my part, I hope to leave my child not simply with memories, but with choice the chance to shape her own life because I refused to shrink from the work required to give her that freedom.
As Rainer Maria Rilke wrote,
“Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.”
These words feel fitting today an invitation to move through life awake, attentive, and unafraid to choose what matters.
May this Friday bring clarity to your steps, stillness to your spirit, and a quiet unfolding of possibilities exactly where you need them ❤️
Today is the final day of the 50 % o f f e r on all services, ending at 11:59pm SAST.
The decision rests with you.
