Sunday, November 26, 2017

Dear God, I am worried, anticipating obligations that I am to face tomorrow. I am looking past today, not considering what presents itself in the here and now. In this way I squander what I do have, wasting it on a fiction.

Lord, I cannot improve my lot through worry, not repair my past through remorse. Let me live today.

Let me be present to this life you have granted me, and not push away the gift like a sullen child.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #1061)