A dark and gloomy dawn I have greeted for too many days.
A sack of woe I have dragged for too long.
What if I already have the ease for which I pine?
I plod along, in rags and carrying a bucket. Light the lamps, open my eyes to the heaps of treasure through which I have shuffled day upon day.
Peace and joy were on offer all along, Lord. Today, let me notice the ways in which all is well.
(Letter #2,239)
Daily Letters to God 