Sunday, July 11, 2004

It’s funny: I always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some kind of
inner toolbox, full of shiny tools: the saw of discernment, the hammer of
wisdom, the sandpaper of patience. But then when I grew up I found that life
handed you these rusty bent old tools – friendship, prayer, conscience,
honesty – and said, ‘Do the best you can with these, they will have to do.’
And mostly, against all odds, they’re enough.’