Some mornings I wish I could do God’s job for him. Then I would know what’s going on. So much of my life is in the shadowlands. Uncertain. I believe love will win in the end; I just don’t always know how to negotiate the in-between. As Leonard Sweet recently said, “We want a blueprint, but God gives us a story and song instead.”

Alas, my mornings.

So in the absence of a predictable plan, I’ll lean on this morning blessing, written by Irish poet John O’Donohue.

“May my mind come alive today
To the invisible geography
That invites me to new frontiers,
To break the dead shell of yesterdays,
To risk being disturbed and changed.”

It seems that every morning I need to let God dust off my shoulders and set me straight. I forget that he loves me. I forget that he’s got this.

But he does set me straight, so never mind that wish to do his job for him. I’m much too boring and finite, not to mention utterly clueless to the invisible geography and new frontiers.

Right now, I’m facing a new day. Wonders await. I’m sure of it. I’m opening my arms. I’m choosing God, in all his enormous capacity. I won’t be disappointed. I just need to watch for him, because when I do, the wonders reveal themselves.