empty exchange.

I pray that He guides me. That I'm always humble enough to accept guidance where He deposits it. But wise enough to see between what's left by Him, and the stuff of others. I pray for a heart that molds itself to Him. I pray that though I can't promise to always love, always obey, always understand, always thank or repent or know--He always keeps my heart close to His own.

I've got nothing to offer in exchange. No gift large enough for such a request.

And Grace lives well.