And on the that day she had the great fortune to bump into LIFTED. Lifted seem to come out of nowhere, somewhere. He looked ordinary. He seemed to be on his way to somewhere important so she was careful not to hold him too long. Their encounter began with him, not her. He simply said, "What a day, mine has not been extraordinary." And that is how they met. And what was she to do with such a proclamation as that? So she said nothing. And with that silence he filled it with the following.
We are not promised perfection, or excellence, or trial-free days on earth. We are not ensured that there will not be struggle or fear or pain or sorrow. We are not guaranteed riches or fortune or prosperity. None of these is ours just because we ask it and especially because we might expect it. But there is something more special more lasting, more promised than all of these. It is the gift of knowing we will never suffer alone. There is the knowing that there is someone who has suffered all of these long before we existed. He did-so selflessly. He did so when it became our turn we would not suffer in vain. Ours is temporary because He paid the ultimate price of suffering. He did so when it became our turn we would be LIFTED. And ours would be temporary.
She straightened up and she walked onward and she looked up. And she knew she was lifted.