Others come to bother and test me. I pray in my closet for strength to meet them.
They leave behind seeds, sown in battle. I do not even see them, distracted by the aftermath.
Later the meadow blooms in a riot of wildflowers.
Instead of begging for strength, Lord, grant me the awareness to give thanks even now for what will be sown today.
(Letter #2,159)
Daily Letters to God 