Every time I come to camp, I return to the same book and the same passage. I've been praying over my heart and today I could see I've held on to pieces of resentment like a security blanket.
Recently my granddaughter did a painting of a girl standing at the onset of a path with a beautiful horizon. She stood staring at her feet.
Am I staring at my feet, trying to let go?
Nouwen also says, "As we dance and walk forward, grace provides the ground on which our steps fall...
We look beyond our experience of sadness or loss by learning to receive an all embracing love, a love that meets us in everyday moments."
I cannot change my heart, but I know One who can. I lift my eyes to the path before me and take a step...