There was something about the way Sherryl Perry said it that lit a fire in me.
“They said it was impossible,” she said. “And I told them, No. It’s only highly improbable.”
There was such clarity in her. A ferocious devotion to what she knew in her bones was hers.
I felt the spark that refuses to burn out when life breaks your heart.
And yet…
What stayed with me even more was the moment her fire softened.
When she realized that all the pushing, strategizing, arguing, and holding it together was only tightening the knot. When she stood in her kitchen, heart shattered and everything at stake, and simply said:
“I’m going to get him a cup of coffee.”
A peace offering.
A surrender.
A letting go of the illusion of control.
And that tiny act of softening was the hinge everything turned on.
The home she thought she lost.
The future she thought was gone.
The miracle she didn’t force, but allowed.
Sherryl pulled off something everyone said was impossible, but it wasn’t. It never was.
Her story reminded me of what I know, and sometimes forget:
We don’t make miracles happen. We stop getting in the way of them.
We don’t force our way into the life we long for. We let it draw us, one quiet, loving step at a time.
→ Listen to Sherryl’s story and our conversation in my 100th podcast episode (watch the video or read the blog post) here:
Yours in love and play,
Steph
