it feels as if I spend my days looking at my inadequacies;
the gap between
where I am and where You made me to be
is so vast that I cannot see the way through
the dark and the deep.
I am frozen in my humanity.
Then I remember,
You are my strength and song.
You call to me.
You show me the way.
You give me the stepping stones,
one by one,
to the end of my days.
A reflection on Joyce Rupp's "Fragments of Your Ancient Name" - August 6