Tending the garden, on hands and knees in the dirt, what will I sow? Will I reap chaos, peace?
So much depends on the small duties, taken with care.
Improve my vision, Lord, that I may see my hands as they labor. Let me inhabit the moment, precise even in the simple things.
Let mw sow what you would have me reap.
(Letter #2,919)
Daily Letters to God 