There is as much dignity in tilling a field as in writing a poem.
Mushrooms
This morning I was eating a frittata of egg, zucchini, mushrooms and olives I think. I don’t like mushrooms, so I was sitting there picking them out. It came to me that we can not be like this with God, we have to take all of his word, all of his commands, all of him, we cannot pick and choose what just tastes good but we have to just eat everything that is on our plate.
Thoughts of Grace 