When I see you I see Christ

How often are we told this in sheer humility and amazement?

For some reason I think it should be more often... the last time I remember it, was in May of 2003... what joy has left me? where are my hands of service, my arms of love, my feet missionary, my thoughts humble, my words chosen? I see moments in my past that I identify as moments of grace and my heart is humbled by where I could be had I not struck my sails.

Now as I gradually make sail, I pray that they do not shorten under my weight.