Thursday, April 2, 2020

You fashioned me into a better character. I am not who I was.

Today, you will burn away even this self, and create another.

O! This birth is hard, let me take joy in its difficulty.

Tomorrow will not recognize today.

(Letter #1,909)

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Still me. Make me simple. Remove from my day all the clutter I have piled in the corners. Burn it all.

Walking through the new growth after a wildfire, I see you, buds unfurling from black branches. But, too, you were the fire.

O Lord, set my feet back on your path.

(Letter #1,908)

Monday, March 30, 2020

I look but do not see rightly. I see gloom yet it is just a passing cloud.

Talked away in a pocket, I am quietly safe. The storms of emotions that blow through me are driven by imaginary foes.

Lord, the sun shines even above the clouds. You will burn through. Let me joyfully expect a bright noontide.

(Letter #1,906)

Sunday, March 29, 2020

This quiet room, this secret place.

I am alone seeking you. It is not every day that I feel your presence, though every day I seek. Will you visit today?

Lord, I live a life apart. Strengthen my heart, that I may better do your will today.

(Letter #1,905)

Saturday, March 28, 2020

Will I thrive? Will all be well?

So many worries course through my thoughts: a river of woe.

I can see beauty amidst trouble. Clear my vision, Lord, and take away my grumbling.

Here in my dwelling, fill it with love, my dear friend.

(Letter #1,904)