I prepare for woe that never comes, pain that never is felt. What am I to make of this? Do I take pride in my planning, give thanks for your intercession?
Or do I laugh at these distractions, and marvel at how much love I see around me? So many treasures, unseen in my self pity.
Let my feet go where you point, Lord, and let me fear not for the future.
(Letter #2,821)
Daily Letters to God 