My God,
I see that you are always there with me. That you have always stood beside me. That you hold me from my faults, the failing, my falling. I see your hand guiding mine. How could I have been blind to it before? The familiar is often forgotten. We don't realize what we have until it's gone. Since you never leave us, we don't recognize you. We don't look for the miracle of everyday. "Give us this day our daily bread." ... To give thanks for the day ... to look for that average miracle ... to see your glory. This is what you ask. Oh, Thomas, who put your hands within your Lord. Did you not see what He had already shown you? That we are already within the miracle?
"This is my body." We ingest every moment, we inhale every breath. My conscience isn't mine, but the Lord's voice instead.
Here I already plan to forget. I plan to do wrong. Why am I so weak? The familiar forgotten.
*There were two notes written along the left side in the same ink. One reads: "Was this page made for me, for this moment, for this thought?" The other is circled with an arrow pointing to the top of the page. It reads: "I sat and listened to the snow fall." Did I intend it as a title?