I have not found it easy to live my life fully in tandem with God.  Every day there are items on my personal radar, and I usually attend to them first, and then fit in God when I have a chance.

One morning Abigail called breakfast and I held off, due to one of God’s seemingly arbitrary commands.  “Is my husband becoming a holy man?” she asked with more exasperation than reverence.  “I already am,” I said, in the sense of having a divine call, “just a very bad one.”