You call to me, must I travel to meet you? Or need I simply cease to resist?
You came to me once I opened my doorway. You will come again.
And yet here, I wander a desolation looking for you.
I hear you call, Lord. It is a knock on a door. I am on the other side, ear pressed.
I will sit, in the desert, and stop my searching. You will come as you promised. You will come, and bring order out of my private chaos. You will come, and sweet water will flow around me.
I will cease to resist, Lord.
(Letter #2,964)
Daily Letters to God 