Does the day belong to me, that I may win it? Or do I belong to the day, which will do what it will?
I sit by a mighty lakeside, pouring out dippers of water to weary travelers. They could drink on their own, neither is the water mine to give. Yet there I stand, pleased with my beneficence.
Grant that I may see my own reality, Lord. I pass along what is not mine, to others who could find their own supply. The true resource is that I am awake.
Let me awaken yet more.
(Letter #2,949)
Daily Letters to God 