You visit me, the crushed and fearful, and I scarcely notice you here with me. So intent am I on self protection. So fearful am I of the simple chores of the day.
How I long for a lap in which to rest my head – and here you are, seated by my side.
Lord, let me see you clearly. Let me remove my armor and rest.
(Letter #1,821)
Daily Letters to God 