When I mean to rest, you deliver chores.
When I am consumed with industry, you strike me ill.
When I seek accolades, you hide me away out of sight.
Forced activity makes me strong. Forced rest gives me room to contemplate. Forced anonymity teaches me humility.
Your gifts are contrary; let me love them all the more that they are unexpected.
(Letter #2,323)
Daily Letters to God 