Another morning and i wake with thirst for the goodness i do not have. i walk out to the pond and all the way God has given us such beautiful lessons. Oh Lord, I was never a quick scholar but sulked and hunched over my books past the hour and the bell; grant me, in your mercy, a little more time. Love for the earth and love for you are having such a long conversation in my heart. Who knows what will finally happen or where i will be sent, yet already i have given a great many things away, expecting to be told to pack nothing, except the prayers which, with this thirst, i am slowly learning. -Mary Oliver Thirst.
Everyday is a challenge, and i know to expect many. Sometimes the knowledge of the challenges close ahead weighs heavy on me. Sometimes the knowledge of the challenges ahead increase my thirst. My longing for home weighs heavy on me. My longing for home increases my thirst. My longing for home brings me closer to my father.
Someone i loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
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