Is the world a puzzle to be solved? A battle to be waged? A test? A thief?
My days are filled with gift upon gift, even as I fail to notice the piles of treasure growing around me.
The treasure, these gifts: well-being, purpose, joy, love. Ease.
Let care drop from my shoulders, Lord, let me become aware of my wealth.
(Letter #2,593)
Daily Letters to God 