Simply the signature at the end of a thoughtful friend's email, this will stay with me, I am sure:
All that happens becomes bread to nourish, soap to cleanse, fire to purify, a chisel to carve heavenly features.
The quote is credited to Jean-Pierre de Caussade, The Joy of Full Surrender. I know nothing about the book or the author; "they could be pirates," as Emma says about Harriet Smith's unknown parents. But, the quote blessed me tonight as I am thinking about the challenges in life that chisel and cleanse and ultimately nourish our souls.