Monday, March 5, 2018

Dear God, it is just me and you. Whisper in my ear. Murmur the truth to me, that my heart may become glad.

As you take away my worries over troubles, may I be a balm for my fellows. Let me reduce the fear dripping through the lives of those around me.

You have told me this secret: all will be well, all is well. When I hear and remember it, my woes lift. These conditions that I judge to be trials, they are not.

Tomorrow will not be when relief comes; you have already made it. It is here. Let me deliver it to the worried. All is well.

(Letter #1150)