My dwelling, each day I improve in slight ways. New roof planks, replaced floor, fixed door hinge.
My garden, daily I work upon. New planting, removed weeds, turned-over soil.
Lord, you revisit your work in me continually. You took away one defect, revealing another — and you came again to further polish my soul. I shed garment after garment, each finer. Glory to glory to glory.
The ship that returns is not the ship that set out.
Remake me, and remake me again, Lord.
(Letter #2,834)
Daily Letters to God 
You must be logged in to post a comment.