If I sit in a forest glade, breathing deeply the morning air, I welcome the creatures who rustle around the edges with me.
Seated in my rooms, glad of my orderly surfaces, I easily miss the darkened corners.
Let my expectation match your reality, Lord. Let me humbly follow your will even as the path winds through stony places. There are no floors for me to polish out here.
(Letter #2,950)
Daily Letters to God 