Sunday, August 25, 2019

The way is narrow, a twisting trail up from the valley. Switchbacks and stones, up and up.

Lord, you walk with me in my solitude, and hold my hand as I gaze down upon the stream below. Breathe my way and power flows into my pumping legs.

There is yet more to walk, and the path narrows yet more. We will walk single file. I feel you at my back, dear Lord. Press me on.

(Letter #1,688)

Friday, August 23, 2019

Few come by my dwelling. I rest single through much of the day.

Let me venture into the village and circulate among my fellows, dear Lord.

I may feel alone but there exists a community around me nonetheless. Let me act a citizen today.

(Letter #1,686)

Thursday, August 22, 2019

The day is always the same duration, yet my experience of it varies so. Some periods fly by, others drag.

I have been given wealth beyond imagining, yet I sing a song of woe and malaise.

Let me take all these treasures you have heaped upon me, this physical well-being, this love from family, this ease of body, this community of fellows – and pack its remembrance into this dull day.

Awaken me, Lord.

(Letter #1,685)

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Grant me nearness to you. I am so far and my day so dull. I greet a gray dawn.

Make me attentive to my tasks, the ones you have set me. Let each draw me into your grip, Lord.

I will find you, sweet friend, in the midst of this labor.

(Letter #1,684)

Monday, August 19, 2019

Storms blow through my mind. My thoughts arrive with punch and drama, cloudbursts. Lord, I know they will blow over.

In the grip of this devilish trance, grant me breath and calm. Let me wait it out.

(Letter #1,682)