Many matters of life have very small beginnings. As a prayer pilgrim, my efforts at consistency, silence, focus and faith often feel feeble. They are thread bare, too little to cross the expanse between heaven and earth. I am prone to berate my practice and belittle the discipline. The "too little" of my prayer life cannot support the "too much" of my expectations. So, I am tempted to quit and settle for less. It has taken me some time to recognize that God is not upset about my feeble beginnings. He is building something larger on the threads of my obedience. When I don't quit, but persist with hope - the threads become strings and the strings strengthen towards cords and cables. The shift is so slow that I see it only with hindsight. (Bridges are not built in a day.) Whatever progress is made, is graced by God, who alone is the builder of souls. I am only a young boy holding on to the thread of a kite. But, the kite is carried by the winds of His Spirit to span the gaps of my life and connect my heart to Jesus.