Am I the honed blade, kept on a peg ready to hand? Or the rusted knife, shoved to the back of an unused drawer? Have I dulled myself, through all this idleness and self absorption?
Lord, make me keen. Let me be willing to prepare, to be a favored instrument.
What will you build with me? Let me become worthy of your use.
(Letter #2,188)
Daily Letters to God 