Rendered Speechless. Well, Not Completely…

by Nola

I was asked to serve and was honored for the asking.
Then I was asked to lead and was stunned by the confidence had in me.
I was asked to write and was honored for the asking.
Then I got busy learning so that my writing would be of value.
I was asked to speak and was honored for the asking.
Then I became friends with someone I’ve known for years but only met today.

Now, basking in the glow of my life’s decisions,
I learn of yet another offer that itself is an honor.

And then I just scratch my head at the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart.

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