I’m finally just getting around to reading Anne Lamott’s “Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith.” In fact, I’ve already had to renew it at the library once because it’s so chock full of thought-ful stuff that I keep reading it for only a chapter at a time, and then putting down to ruminate for a good while on what I’ve read. Last night I read a wonderful paragraph that I wanted to share with you:
It’s funny: I always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some 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 — friendships, 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.