Saturday, September 16, 2017

Dear God, I am thinking about myself this morning. What will I do, what will become of me, what do I wish for? Self, self, self. Even in looking upon the world, I test it against how it will affect me.

Dear Lord, burn this away. Let me be empty, transparent, clear. Let me have no designs on how events unfold, but instead wait expectantly for your instructions of how to react. Let all my actions be directed by love.

Lord, occupy my thoughts. Crowd out my self-seeking and self-regard. Direct my attention where it ought to be. Let me love and help others today.

Grant me knowledge of your will for me, and the willingness and power to carry it out.

(Letter #990)

Friday, September 15, 2017

Dear God, diminish my pride. It is at the root of so many of my deeds and attitudes. Even when taking positive actions, doing good works, I too often do so for prideful motives. I seek accolades, recognition, adulation. When they come to me I expand in satisfaction; when they do not I become resentful and bitter.

Lord, let this defect in character be removed. Let me be willing that you reach deep into me and pull it up and out, root and stem, like a creeping weed. Leave me empty, clean, orderly in my thinking and attitudes.

Let me act today from motives I would gladly display to all. Make me transparent, an open book. Make me light.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #989)

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Dear God, the more I believe, the more I feel how inadequate is my amount of faith. I can and ought to trust you more, and then yet more.

I fear a challenging day. Why? When have you ever abandoned me? Yet I anxiously don my armor, as if you have never supported me in the past.

I worry about financial security and my family’s well-being. Why? When have you ever delivered more than I can bear? Yet I furtively dart around, looking for acorns to hide for the winter, as if from this point forward all depended upon me.

Lord, you have lovingly set me down in a world of abundance, taken care of my every need – yet I see none of it. I fear depletion and hardship.

Please give me faith. Grant me humility to recognize your gifts when I see them, humility to accept that I am not the motive force in the world.

Let me approach the day with a calm enthusiasm to experience what will unfold. What gifts will you deliver to me today? What opportunities to help? To grow?

Let me leave my shriveled, selfish, lower self behind, shut away in my room. Let me walk as a higher being of light, as your offspring and agent. Maybe I will be the only person of faith that someone will meet today. Let me represent you well.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #988)

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Dear God, I torment myself with the stories I tell myself about the events of the day. Every occurrence means something, signifies something, and as the central character, it all affects me. This is a recipe for desperation. In this drama of my own design I am constantly beset by forces, required to overcome difficulties, to lead into frightening places.

But my stories are fictions. The day unfolds and I respond – the sun does not rise upon me like a stage curtain over the star, nor over the villain.

Lord, let me view this world as neutral and my role as neither exalted nor despicable. Let me pursue one aim: to improve the conditions around me, that others may benefit.

Let the stories I tell myself dissipate like mist under your sunshine. Leave behind my strong, calm, loving, best self. Let this person stride with purpose through the day you have arrayed. Let me do your will.

(Letter 987)

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Dear God, facing a day filled with tasks and obligations, I become anxious. I fear I have not prepared sufficiently, and that this will become apparent. My work will be judged wanting, and I will lose status in the eyes of my colleagues and superiors.

While the particular contours of this fear feel unique to this moment, this set of circumstances, it is in fact an archetype. This is the pattern of almost all my fear – it gets down to apprehension over my status. I face this fear on a regular basis. This new example I face today is nothing out of the ordinary.

I am bound to this fear by my sense of self, my insistence on perceiving myself as the center of all things. Lord, let my attitude grow. Let my understanding grow. Let me see my feelings for what they are: reflections of my spiritual shortcomings.

The fearless path forward is for me to ask how I can best be of service today. How can I be useful? What task may I perform for you, O Lord? Yet instead I concern myself with rankings. Please, Lord, correct my thinking today.

(Letter #986)

Monday, September 11, 2017

Dear God, even in the face of daily trials, how can I rejoice in you? Lord, regardless of what happens in my temporal life, whatever challenges I face today, now, let me look to you for guidance. Let me depend on you.

Instead, I too often await the future. I look to a day where my troubles will be eased. Tomorrow. Tomorrow’s tomorrow. Yet I live today and you have presented me with a gift, today, of love. Let me accept the present moment as your grace. I do not have to bear yesterday’s afflictions nor tomorrow’s woes. Today is entirely in my hands.

Today, let me bring a full measure of energy to all my tasks. Let me not coast idly but remember that this is the only day I will have. Tomorrow is a vapor so whatever relief I hope for in future is already fiction. Today is real, and here is where you call me to live. Let me live.

God, let me do your will. Today.

(Letter #985)

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Dear God, let me look around me at the things in this world, and see them all for the trivial matters they are. The objects in my view, the people who come and go, their actions, my feelings about these things – all these things are like a veil drawn between me and reality.

Let me see through this veil. Let me see you, O Lord. My relationship with you, my stance toward you, my performance of your guidance, are the only things that have important.

Instead, I turn my attention and energies to illusion. I act to please others, I work to address worldly events. I squeeze in my time with you on the margins. How backwards I have things.

Lord, let me place you first. Let me live in your real world and see the objects, events, and characters around me as the shadows they are. Let me listen for your guidance. Let your voice boom disembodied through this shadow world. Thy will be done.

(Letter #984)