I just listened to a local news story about a 90-year-old woman who travels to a pediatric center every Thursday to hold babies. She is described as having a “deeply peaceful presence” as she spends her hours holding the precious little bundles.

“That’s what’s important—that babies get loved.” She tells others this is what she can still do and says, “I was born to hold babies.”

Simple. And powerful.

In a place of transition and questions and hoping to land more firmly on what I was born to do, I smile as I think of this woman. Am I trying too hard? Making this more complicated than it needs to be? Likely.

This woman—her name is Edna—has a beauty and wisdom to her story that I can learn from.

Live. Be with others.

Do what comes naturally.

Love.