Learning to Walk in the Dark: Because Sometimes God Shows Up at Night

by Barbara Brown Taylor

I wanted a divine parent who would give me direct answers, clear guidance, specific tasks. Now that I have accepted responsibility for supplying those things myself, it is enough to step away from them from time to time, resting in the presence of the Beloved who accepts all answers, covers all directions, finishes all tasks.

How many times since then have I rejected Love because it did not present itself the way I expected, in a form acceptable to me?