You are my goal, my Father. Only You

I can turn almost anything into a destination.

Finish the project. Resolve the tension. Improve the room. Reach the point where the body, schedule, and people around me finally cooperate.

The goals are not necessarily wrong. The problem is the promise I attach to them.

I remember booking a trip I had wanted to take for years. Almost immediately, the weeks before it began to feel like time I had to get through.

I kept thinking about how I would feel when I finally arrived, as though peace were waiting at the destination and ordinary life had become a holding area.

The trip was worth anticipating. It was not meant to make the present disposable.

If God is my only goal, practical goals can return to their proper size. The room can be cleaned in service of peace. The conversation can serve honesty. Work can express care without being asked to establish my worth.

Today I want to look beneath the goal occupying my attention.

I may still complete the task.

But I do not have to spend the entire day traveling toward a peace I believe exists only at the end of it.

Every true goal leads toward God because every true goal leads toward love.