Friday, August 11, 2017

Dear God, it takes me no effort to draw near to you. It is always a homecoming and relief. Yet I resist. I operate on self-reliance. Everything, in this way of thinking, depends on me. I am the motive power. How tired this makes me.

Lord, let me give up and come to you. You will order the chaos of my world. You will move all the levers.

All I need do is cease resisting. Let me be willing to let go in your arms. Thy will be done.

(Letter #954)