My love recently brought to my attention that when I am talking about something amazing I often refer to it as a “morsel.” For instance:
Offering her a bite of my expensive filet mignon: “Here, try this little morsel…”
Observing the way the cream oozes out from the center of a freshly baked eclair: “Ooh look at this little morsel…”
There are morsels all around us, even non-food ones. The way the sun colors the sky as it disappears over the distant mountains. The spontaneous hug of a child. The small but significant personal victory of a loved one who struggles. You can probably think of many more of your own morsels.
History is filled with morsels. You can find them if you search. One of these was Black Agnes. I won’t retell the story here, but if you read the book you know what I am talking about. What an inspiring story for our time when playing the victim is often encouraged or even demanded. Agnes could have whined about her situation, but she decided to take charge instead. It turned out to be an excellent choice. She set the enemy to flight against impossible odds. Go girl!
Morsels abound today. Know anyone who has overcome impossible odds like Agnes? Comment below.