For not all of us are called to lives of heroic sacrifice, and sometimes all there is for us to do is rest, or look at a tree, or reciprocate the smile of a friend, or someone we may not even know but who we happen to pass on the street, or to participate in some small work of kindness, or justice; and that is ok, each of us has capacities that perhaps are known only to ‘providence,’ which we cannot fathom, as it exists outside of creation, shrouded in the mystery of God, but the voice of which is really what we are listening for when we practice discernment. And it is by conforming ourselves to this voice, and by bending our will toward it, so that our will aligns with God’s will (whether that means a sacrifice that is difficult, or, as I mentioned, merely a smile for a friend, or an act of kindness or justice) that our lives become transfigured by beauty.