Eating the same breakfast every morning
only contributes to the days running together.
The weeds I pulled yesterday have grown back today.
My soul grows weary with the longing for time with loved ones.
I have given up wondering how many times I will relive this day.
Oh God, you master opportunist,
open my heart to recognize your invitations,
the ones that are always there yet tailored to the circumstances.
Invitations to deeper love, greater freedom, truer authenticity.
Invitations to trust, to live to the full, to complete giving and receiving.
Invitations to the more that begins and ends in you.