Sitting by lakeside, loons and sparrows, cool morning air on the nape of my neck. A leaf falls; you planned this for me.
Am I a being of industry? Than I shall walk forth along a path of accomplishment.
Am I a being of love? Than I shall walk a road of grace and loving kindness.
These and other paths, already present as the loons cry. No choice to be made, Lord, other than to follow you, where the leaves may lead.
(Letter #2,957)
Daily Letters to God 