The Twelfth Day of Lent

Dear God,

Thank you for sticking close by on days that are a little funky for me.

I like to think that you understand when I'm weary and words don't come easily for me. Believing that you are all-knowing makes words unnecessary, and every once and awhile, even I get tired of words. On this twelfth day of lent, I'm a little weary so you were my natural go-to for my lenten letter.

Thanks for letting me see you up-close and personal everyday. If I stayed focus, I experience you everywhere. You show up in nature, in books, in friends and family, in circumstances (both good and bad), in my very being. Wherever there is love, you are there. Actually, where there isn't love, you are also there, reminding me to be your feet and hands.

So I'm going to stop thinking of words to write that will accurately and eloquently describe the feelings of gratitude that I have tonight for your presence in my life because, well, you can read my soul better than you can read my words. For that, I am thankful.

Tonight I will rest in you.

Angela Lou Collins