Would I have chosen this way of life, had I known where you would lead me?
Would I have accepted the terms of surrender, had I known the cost of forgoing all I had?
This place, these new riches of spirit, this fresh life renewed daily — I could not know its value until having lived it. What grace, Lord, to bring me here even in the face of my blindness and obstinacy.
In my gratitude, let me have compassion for those who have not yet chosen.
(Letter #2,795)
Daily Letters to God 