the things we carry
Thalia’s pocket bulges at the seams. She picks up another treasure and tries to stuff it into a cramped corner. “I juhhhhst need to push harder!"
Calliope wraps her fingers around Tal’s wrist with the subtleness of a summer breeze.
Nia pulls diamonds to dregs from the pocket, then sorts: AGENCY — NO AGENCY. She selects ‘write 3musesmerge’ from the AGENCY pile. “We’ll start here.”
Agency is a divine gift to you.
You are free to choose what you will be and what you will do.
~Russell M. Nelson