Between the lines
08/18/2007 06:38 p.m.
Written in my personal journal after a long absence:

Dear Papa, It has been a while since I have been here to write myself on these lines, to line myself up within these infinite spaces. How could I avoid this contact with you, knowing its refreshing water on so many occasions, knowing that placing my pen and moving it here moves me closer to you and your sweet energy?

Hello, God, I would ask where you have been, but of course, that would be a dishonest question because I know you have not only been here between these lines waiting for me to try to touch you, to dip into your infinite wisdom, but you have been in all the spaces in my life waiting for me to find you if only for a few seconds in the midst of my day, in the nterstices between this goal and that task. How can yo still be there for me, who with determination ignores you, but for a few minutes a few times a week? To say you are good is so feble, but as I think of your patience and always-waiting-for-me love, I feel soft and loving and receptive and willing and energized. Oh God, if I could have a mote taken from your universe of patience and love, I would be a saint. But, of course, I know you do not make these distinctions among your creatures - whether they are saints or sinners, good or bad, becuse you accept us into your embrace no matter what we do or say or think. You are always there and although this is almost completely inconcievable to me, you still are. And so I end this brief treck between these lines today with gratitude and the hope that my heart will be open as yours today and willing as yours to love and accept my fellow creatures all.
I am currently Blessed
I am listening to the soft hum of the little fan on my desk