three small letters--all--stirs nothing but joy. it’s all joy, even the pains that come. i am thankful for them all, all of them.
for all of them led me to you, holy one; all of them lead me back again and again to you, the loving mystery who has haunted my heart from childhood.
all of them are part of the journey that keeps me near your heart and my heart needing and wanting you. all of them are the cause of my startling joy this morning and this moment.
the bumps and bruises of life’s journey open my ears and my heart to hear the word … all … and to know 