Jesus,
I sought you in churches and pagodas,
but you were not there.
I sought you in books and teachings,
but you were not there.
I came back to the room of my heart,
and you were there.
You’ve waited for me for a long time.
You’ve waited to listen to my stories.
Not only great stories as things about Your wisdom,
but also tiny stories as things about quail eggs.
Yes, this is my God,
the God who loves my tiny and lowly stories,
the God who loves all my things.
I love you, Jesus.
Amen.
PTH
