Stability is a choice long before it becomes a circumstantial reality.
The “right here, right now” embodied reality of our hope, our trust, becomes a pinch of salt sprinkled over the rawness of an unstable moment, preserving it, preventing it from becoming toxic. The words that spring from hope and trust, the tone of voice, the body language shaped by it, they become a sprinkling that falls on those around us, infusing hearts and minds.
The choice is a practice. The practice is an intentional, consistent choice. It slowly weaves into belief and way of being, making us an instrument that bends the arc of history toward justice, reconciliation, and joy.
Stability may not be something we experience in the moment, but it can be a choice we make in the moment—a storm-tossed, afflicted moment—which shapes the future for ourselves and everyone in our circle of influence.