what gets lost in the cracks

Monday in the mission

There are always reasons not to do something. I work on my book. I stretch my body. I do the dishes. And somewhere or other most of the rest gets lost, falls through the cracks or the holes in my pockets. So it goes.

I’ve been meaning to pray more, even on the days when I’m not sure what that means. That’s another subject for another time. I only bring it up to say that if I prayed more, I’d pray over the cracks in my day, the holes in my pockets. The smallest slivers can grow wonderful things. They just need a little light.

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