Our sun room faces south, with windows open to the east and west.  Each morning, as we read the newspaper, we draw shades on those windows whose glare makes reading difficult.  Slowly as the year progresses, the sun changes its angle; we, in turn, have to close different shades.  I think of the sun as a permanent fixture, and yet in my own life it seems to shift and move.  I know, scientifically, it is the earth whose position varies, but still the sun appears to move.  Sometimes I think God shifts and moves away from me, withdrawing his favor or his attention.  In my heart I know it is I who have moved; God remains fixed and in place.  Forgive me, Lord, for my wanderings from you side—please turn me about so that always I walk toward you. Amen.

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