Monday, August 14, 2017

Dear God, you shower me with gifts; there is abundance all around. Like an obstinate child I ignore them and believe myself impoverished. Where is that toy on which I had pinned my hopes?

Lord, let me open my eyes and see rightly. I live in a palace and there are riches strewn all around. The very definition of abundance.

As I step through the day, let each footfall bring me awareness of your gifts. Health. Family. Community. Love.

You shine down on the world and this is the source of life and love. Let me soak it in.

Let me do your will today. Show me where my foot should next fall.

(Letter #957)