Monday, August 28, 2017

Dear God, I pray to you alone, in solitude. In secret. Yet you speak to me through others, all throughout the day. Your voice comes not just from my friends and fellows. I find your hand and words in everything.

How, then, can I extend my prayer throughout the day? How can I meet you where you are, and not selfishly demand that you visit me in my private rooms?

Lord, let this quiet time when I speak to you set the tone for my thinking today. Let me think love now, alone, and act and speak love when I am out among the world.

Lord, my sweet Lord, come down and visit me, set my feet right and open my heart to hear your words flow out of the mouths of the world. Guide my doings. Thy will be done.

(Letter #971)