Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Overflow and abundance, relief and rescue. You freely offer all I need or could want.

And yet I cling to self-sufficiency and eke out a meager portion of joy. What sorrow, with so much available to me.

Break my pride, make me willing to ask.

(Letter #1,768)

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Let me ask for help honestly. Behind my petitions, too often, lurks my conviction that I may yet overcome – that through my own strength I may succeed. If I am so sure of my own power, why then might I pray?

Lord, you hear and answer my call when I am weakest. When I cry for help in anguish, you present yourself as a friend in my doorway.

Let me invite you in.

(Letter #1,767)

Monday, November 11, 2019

You make me equal to this day. Whether I am to walk gently, or lift great objects, or perform feats of charity: you have made me already enough.

This fear – of boredom, of effort, of being judged – is just a shadow. Let me touch the substance of the world. Power flows through me, just enough.

Oh, thank you, Lord.

(Letter #1,766)

Sunday, November 10, 2019

Your power flows like a current through my limbs, my belly, my hands. I vibrate with light and love, on fire.

Lord! I walk is a giant among tiny playthings, these objects that used to trouble me so.

My fellows, I have found the switch. We all may turn on the lights ourselves.

(Letter #1,765)

Friday, November 8, 2019

What troubled me yesterday? I cannot recall. Today’s worries, too, will burn away like fog soon enough.

Let me, then, walk steady along this familiar path. Let the things I encounter have depth and weight. Let those I meet speak truth, and let me hear it. Let me speak plain to them.

Lord, let me stand apart from and above my sentiments.

(Letter #1763)

Thursday, November 7, 2019

Am I a reservoir, that must be filled before quenching the land? Must the world wait for your power to pass through me?

I am the ditch, Lord, through which water flows. You are the mighty river. I do not wait to receive power, I simply need to remove the stones and debris that block it.

Let me not hold back anything. I never lacked, and more will come. I am a canal, a water pipe, a power line. Let power, your current, flow through me.

(Letter #1,762)