Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Dear God, many pressures of daily life intrude on me. They are all ordinary obligations, yet my response to them is out of proportion. Fear and worry grow in me. I want to cry out to you, Lord, that these worries be lifted. But perhaps it is your will that I feel discomfort. Perhaps this is your gentle way of teaching me something.

Lord, let me pour my energy into accepting conditions. Even when in discomfort, indeed especially at that time. Let me see my agitated feelings as a gift from you, just as much as I might gladly accept elation some other time. This is the day you have made for me. Let me live in it, and not pine for some other. Thy will be done.

(Letter #833)