Surely these things that trouble me are gifts.
This rain, that washes me clean. This wind, that will blow me to shore. This hunger, that will keep me alert.
Need I know what lies on the next chart? There is plenty to occupy me now. Let me therfore heave to.
Lord, I am your obedient servant. Let me also become your grateful one.
(Letter #1,862)
Daily Letters to God 