|Dear Lord, I will remain restless,
tense, and dissatisfied until I can be totally at peace in your
house. But I am still on the road, still journeying, still tired and
weary, and still wondering if I will ever make it to the city on the
hill. With Vincent van Gogh, I keep asking your angel, whom I meet
on the road, "Does the road go uphill then all the way?" And the
answer is, "Yes to the very end." And I ask again: "And will the
journey take all day long?" And the answer is, "From morning until
night my friend."
So I go on, Lord, tired, often frustrated, irritated, but always
hopeful to reach one day the eternal city far away, respondent in
the evening sun.
There is no certainty that my life will be any easier in the years
ahead, or that my heart will be any calmer. But there is the
certainty that you will be waiting for me and will welcome me home
when I have preserved in my long journey to your house.
O Lord, give me courage, hope, and confidence.
Henri Nouwen, Prayers from the Genesse