Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Dear God, all that I have left undone weighs upon me. It leaves me with fear that my derelictions will be discovered, that the consequences of inaction will come to me.

Lord, grant me sight. Let me see through this mist and fantasy until the world is true and clear.

My day, as it approaches, appears as a cloud of panic. Shine on me. Let the cloud burn away and dissipate.

Grant me willingness to do your will today.

(Letter #1077)