tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855802737317865685.post3259419865800339380..comments2024-02-24T15:58:56.712-08:00Comments on The Good Typist: Beauty Breathes, Day Seven: GraceKristen McHenryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467256747399406710noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855802737317865685.post-10869323087470429512010-09-27T19:25:46.097-07:002010-09-27T19:25:46.097-07:00"A stranger once asked me as I passed him on ..."A stranger once asked me as I passed him on the street, “what experience are you missing out on when you judge me?”<br /><br />Wow, I don't think I would ever get over it if that happened to me! That's like an encounter with God, or something. It gives me the chills just reading about it. Words to live by, for sure. I might have to write that down on post-its and put stick it on everything I own as a reminder to myself.Kristen McHenryhttp://thegoodtypist.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855802737317865685.post-18087175523250133872010-09-27T19:03:11.101-07:002010-09-27T19:03:11.101-07:00A stranger once asked me as I passed him on the st...A stranger once asked me as I passed him on the street, “what experience are you missing out on when you judge me?” I wonder what those who ask you to forgive are missing? I wonder if they care or are too blind to care? Your truth, however harsh or luminescent, is not only beautiful but transformative. Thank you for doing your part in illuminating life’s magic. Jo-AnnJo-Ann Svenssonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03259745143188204566noreply@blogger.com