I look for you under every rock and in every corner. I set out on long and rambling tracks to find you.
You are already everywhere I look, dear Lord. But yet I look past you.
I have here with me, and in me, all I have been seeking. What am I to do with this power?
Here where I sit, let me grow roots and invite others to hold fast. Let them see you in me.
(Letter #1,789)
Daily Letters to God 