This week I was sitting in church, killing time while waiting until the stores where I needed to do my errands would be open by writing in my journal.
I wrote a letter to God that ended something like: "Just tell me what you want me to do and I will do it. Love, J."
And then I wondered if that was the answer: "Love, J."
In other words, "J., I want you to love. That's pretty much it."