I had a friend once who aspired to saintliness, and I believe attained it Betty was very taken with saint therese of the little flower and her “little way” that is living her ordinary life in a loving manner. As life became more difficult she said she could aspire to the itsy bitsy way, then it was the minuscule way and in the end she was content just to breathe. breath and moments, so ordinary so transitory, so seemingly unimportant and yet they can be the best we’ve got.